Overwhelmed

I run out of the room and out of the business. This is all too much to deal with. I go home and see my sisters on the couch. They look up at me confused.

"Why aren't you at work?"

"I learned a lot of things and had to come home to process it all."

The nod but continue to stare at me.

"What?"

"Aren't you going to tell us?"

"I guess." I tell them about everything that happen last night and today. They end up looking at me in shock and disbelief.

"Wow. I understand why you need to come home now. At least you know who your family is now."

My other sister nods to her in sentiment. I think about it and I guess I agree many children who get adopted never know who their birth parents are or if they care about them.

I decide that I am going to use this chance but not at the cost of my adoptive family. As I finished making my decision the door bell rings.