Once upon a time, in a land far away there lived a man and a woman. They lived in a funny house that was pink on the outside and much bigger than it appeared on the inside. They called it the TARDIS house.
They lived in that big house, just the two of them for many years. The lady, who was a teacher, spent all day with small children. They were not able to have children of their own so she spent her days being mother to the munchkins in her class. Her life was good. Sometimes she was sad, but all she had to do was look into the face of her 30 bright-eyed first graders and she was happy again.
One day, a little girl came into their lives. She was one of the lady’s favourite students and she needed a home. She lived with the man and the woman for a year and it was a good year. The lady was a mother. The little girl had parents who loved her. They were hoping to adopt the little girl and give her the forever home she deserved.
But it was not to be.
For reasons too complicated to explain, the adoption could not go through and the little girl had to be sent back to live with her family.
The lady was devastated. The man was sad. The little girl was heartbroken.
The lady lost touch with the little girl and never knew what had happened to her. Was she happy? Were they treating her well? Was she loved? Did she remember the man and woman who had loved her so much?
The woman was so sad inside that she tucked away her sadness and rarely spoke about her daughter. It hurt too much to remember. It was too complicated to explain how it all fell apart, but she thought of her daughter every day. She prayed that she was OK and that she would remember the lady with love.
Years went by and the man and woman decided to leave their past behind and move far, far away. The sailed the ocean to their new home and made a life for themselves on distant shores.
But still, sometimes, the woman was woken up at night with thoughts of her little girl. “Does she hate me because we had to give her back?” she wondered. “Does she know that it was not our choice?”
Recently, the little girl (who was all grown up) found the lady and they are a family again. They never forgot each other. They never stopped loving each other.
Through the miracle of modern technology, they “skype” and talk to each other and try to make sense of the past and catch up on the missing years.
The woman cries when she thinks of all the birthdays and milestones she missed. She cries when she hears the life that her daughter had-- which is not the life that she (or any child) deserves. She cries when she thinks of the life they could have given her. She laughs when she sees her grandbabies.
Yes…the woman went from childless to mother and grandmother all in one go.
It is overwhelming, but wonderful.
It does not matter what is the colour of their skin, but what is in their heart.
It does not matter if they are blood kin or not. Family is who loves you and supports you unconditionally.
They are a family.
I love you my baby girl, Monjae.