As I’m eating my morning oatmeal, I see the events and revelations of the prior day in a brand-new light. Even the adoption thing seems like something I can deal with. I try to put myself in my moms’ shoes. Let’s say my friend Bert told me a strange secret. Let’s further suppose he asked me not to tell it to anyone, and then died. Surely that would count as sort of like someone’s dying wish. And as such, it would undoubtedly be hard to reveal the secret in those circumstances. Could that be part of the reason for my moms’ lack of communication?Now that I’m more rested, I also realize another aspect of my new situation: I might have some family I’ve never met. Grandmothers and grandfathers I didn’t know existed. Maybe uncles and cousins. All of these new family members are probably out there in the mysterious Reader community. It’s too bad Eugene and Mira are not part of said community. If they were, I would have a way of getting introduced to other Readers. Maybe I’d even meet my extended family and learn more about my heritage.Also, now that I’m not so stressed, knowledge of my newfound skills begins to excite me.
