Flashback of my Adoption

September 16 of 2015, I was dating A. We were sitting on his couch, home alone, talking about how I couldn’t believe his sister and him were both adopted. I kept exclaiming how his sister looks nothing like the family and I would expect her to be adopted, but he looks exactly like his adopted parents.

After a few words about him, he chimes in and talks about me.

“Someone once told me you were adopted.” -A

Haha, what? Why would someone tell my boyfriend that? Who told him? Why would they say such a thing?

I ended up calling my mom to prove a point after arguing with A that he was wrong and whoever told him was wrong as well.

Little did I know, I was about to get the biggest news of my life.

My mom hesitated the entire time on the phone until she finally came out and said “Yes, Katelyn, you are adopted”.

By this time, A and I were in his kitchen with my mom on speakerphone so he could hear her response, by which I thought was going to be “No you aren’t adopted”. That was actually her response the first couple times I asked until I realized she was being hesitant, quiet, and distant through the phone. I knew something was up.

When I heard my mom finally admit my adoption, I slowly put the phone down onto A’s kitchen counter while slowly raising the empty hand up to my jaw-dropped mouth.

A walked over to me and hugged me while I screamed, kicked, cried, yelled, and all the above.

My mom eventually hung up because she realized I wasn’t near my phone anymore and I was probably crying, (that is, if she couldn’t already hear me).

The next thing I know, I am getting my phone blown up with texts/calls from various family members. My aunts, uncles, parents, brother, etc.

They were all trying to call and make sure I was safe and ok. Needless to say, I wasn’t okay at all, but that was besides the point. They were mainly making sure I hadn’t done something stupid like killed myself.

I eventually answered the millions of texts/calls that were coming in (against my will). A made me answer the phone to reassure everyone that I was safe and not hurt.

I will ALWAYS remember this night. Play by play, word for word, everything.

It was such a euphoric night filled with all sorts of emotions that I will never be able to explain, (not even with all the words in the dictionary).

Still to this day, I get torn up about my adoption and how I found out, wishing I could’ve found out an easier way, preferably from my parents and not my boyfriend.

I guess I didn’t say how my boyfriend knew, did I? Well, that’s an even funnier story…