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Title: To Never Know
I can't really believe I'm standing here. All this time I spent searching to end up here. I should be happy for I finally found them. And if the circumstances were better, I sure would be. See, it all started when I was seven and my parents told me I was adopted. They also said that that didn't matter because they loved me like I was their own. But like most - if not every - adopted person I wanted to know who my real parents were. I wanted to know why they didn't keep me. When I was about twelve, I asked that to my mom. She said my real mom was a single mother and the decision to give me up for adoption was very hard for her. I imediatly thought that she was some teenager that got knocked up by a boyfriend who then ran away. But my mom said that she was a grown woman and that she loved me very much. So I asked about my real dad. She didn't know anything about him, but she also said that my mom loved him very much or else she wouldn't love me like she did. I wanted to know why she knew so much about a woman she never met. She told me my mom had put a letter in my baby pants' pockets and that she was going to give it to me when I was older but I had so many questions that she decided to give it to me that very day. I must have read that letter about a hundred times that day. When I reached the 'I love you my son. I will always be with you' part I started all over again. In that day, almost twenty years ago, I swore I was going to find them. I was going to find my parents. It's not that I don't love my adoptive parents. I do. Very much. And I'm very grateful. But I had to know who my real parents were. So when I turned eighteen I started looking. I looked everywhere you can imagine. I looked up the adoption records which weren't allowed to be looked at because they were confidential, but knew a bit about computers. In the end it was all for naught. I couldn't find anything. Frustration grew with each passing day and every time I thought about giving up I'd read her letter. It gave me strength to keep going. Until one day, after so many years searching, I found them. What happened was that my adoption papers and birth records never entered the computer database. My mother told the woman who dealt with the adoption that she didn't want this kind of information in the computer because someone could hack into the system and find out my whereabouts. Thanks mom. How did I find out? You'd be impressed with what twenty years searching and a bit of flirting can do So here I am. Looking at them. Well, their names at least. I'll never know them but now I believe they loved each other very much. More so than my parents, my other parents did. For they even died in the same day. I read one more time what their tombstones say: 'Fox Mulder and Dana Scully I wipe my tears, put the flower on their tombstones and with one last look, I leave. The End
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