by the end of my rant. “Well, sweetie, I know this will be hard for you to hear, but you are adopted.”
I’m pretty sure my jaw hit the table.
“Ella, you have to lis ten to me. What she said to you, your mother I mean-”
“SHE IS NOT MY MOTHER ,” I pretty much scream.
“Calm down , Ells. What I meant was that when she told you that you were adopted- No, stay there you need to hear this,” he makes a staying motion with his hand as I am about to bolt from the seat. “I found you when you were about three months old. You were wrapped in a pretty little pink blanket, just lying in a basket in the cold November weather on my front porch. I went out for the morning paper and I found you there just cooing at me. Shaking your little fist. I picked you up, basket and all, and rushed inside, afraid you were going to get sick from the cold. When I got you inside, I actually got my first real look at you. God, you were so beautiful. The prettiest baby that I had ever seen. I fell in love with you on the spot.”
“Then why didn’t you keep me, Uncle Dan? Why did you have t o give me to them,” I fairly spat the last word.
“Ells , you have to believe me. If I could have kept you with me, I would have. I wasn’t equipped to take care of a baby. I was only eighteen. The same age you are now. My father had just passed and I was struggling to take care of myself. So I called my married sister and her preacher husband. They had a stable home. I thought it was the right choice. I was wrong on so many things. I will never forgive myself for the things they did to you growing up.”
“Dan , it wasn’t your fault. I can see that now. I’m sorry I yelled at you.” I get up and hug him into my arms. The tears I see in his eyes tear at my heart. My uncle never cries.
“Ella, I promise I will make this right , but first I think you should see the note that was left with you when you were placed in my life.” He gets out of his seat and strolls over to the locked cabinet against the far wall of the dining room. He retrieves an old, sealed envelope. “Here, Ella girl. I don’t know if this will help, but it’s yours. I think you are old enough to have it now. I haven’t ever opened it. It didn’t seem to be my place. I just wish my sister hadn’t thrown out the other thing that was left with you.”
He hand s me the fragile piece of my past. I gently open the seal with trembling hands and pull out a folded piece of paper and begin to read.
My Dearest Arabella,
My darling girl, you have to know that if there was any other way I would have found it. I have to believe that I’m doing the right thing for you. For myself also. It might seem selfish to you that I chose to give you away, but one day you will understand. I hope that you will understand. I want so many happy and joyous things for you, my darling. I will always love you. I have loved you since you were first put into my arms. I will continue to do so until my last breath.
So many changes are going to be coming your way. I pray that you have the strength of your father to withstand them. I’m a weak woman. For I fell in love where there was no love and there was nothing but trouble waiting for me in return. I was wrong about so many things so far, but never you. My life is yours. Always will be. When the changes start to happen keep an open mind. Don’t turn away and run. Open your arms, your heart, and yourself. Please heed my words. Your soul is bright, so full of light and happiness. I can see that, even now when I look into your jade eyes.
Please find it in your heart to forgive me. There is danger coming for me. Someday it will come for you also. You have to be careful with whom you trust. Keep your secrets close. I know that you don’t understand all that I have written. I’m sorry that I’m not there to prepare you for the trials ahead as a mother should. Again, I hope that you find it in your heart to forgive me this also.
Just know that