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An unexpected discovery model composition sample

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Below is the Composition Question, including the 3 panel pictures.


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An unexpected discovery composition model sample

An unexpected discovery model composition sample

An unexpected discovery model composition sample

My hands trembled as my eyes fell on the piece of document in the inside of the box. It was among a bundle of folded papers, still seemingly crisp and untouched. They were clipped together with an old portrait of me as a baby. At first. I thought it was a joke. However, when I took out the document, my world fell apart when it finally dawned onto me. "It can't be!" I muttered to myself. My head was reeling from this unexpected discovery, the world suddenly seemed upside down. Everything felt like a nightmare. I wish it was a nightmare. Oh! How I wish it was a nightmare.


"You're adopted! Mother found you in the garbage bin one rainy afternoon!" my older sister Tara teased me, playfully. "Shut up!" I snapped at her as I dodged her attempt at tickling me. "Sally! Tara! Help me move the boxes from the attic!" Mother hollered for the umpteenth time from the kitchen. Her voice was hoarse from hollering at us. It was the holidays and our Mother wants us to clean up the attic. How boring!


We lumbered up the stairs like elephants. The attic door opened with a creak. The ventilation in the attic was bad and it was hot as hell. Beads of perspiration dotted our foreheads and our T-shirts were soaked in sweat. I dabbed the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. Speckles of dust rose gently from the floor with every step we took in the dusty attic. "Woah! This place is filthy!" Tara stated, covering her nose. She was allergic to dust. We used a step ladder. I climbed on it since I was the lighter one. I lifted the heavy cardboard boxes from the shelf and handed it to Tara. We were nearly done with all the boxes from the shelf when, "Achoo!" Tara sneezed. This was followed by a sneezing fit. Her nose was redder than Rudolf's. Defeatedly, she waved her hands at me and breathlessly pleaded, "I really need some tissues or I am going to add snot to the floor!" With that, she raced out of the attic, leaving me on the step ladder in a dusty attic. My eyes scanned the shelf for any more junk. Just then, as I turned, a cardboard box in the corner caught my eye. Curious, my hand reached out. With my fingertips, I managed to drag it towards me. Dust enveloped it. I gently brushed the dust off with my hands. The cardboard box looked ratty and tattered. I wanted to dismiss it at first. Maybe, it held some boring documents that only adults would be interested in. What if there are bugs in it? I am afraid of bugs! If Tara finds out I got spooked over a silly bug, I would never hear the end of it. However, my curiousity got the better off me. I wanted to see what was in it. Little did I know, I would regret that decision.


I opened the cardboard box. It contained bundles and bundles of documents tied together by rubber bands. The documents were all Greek to a twelve year old like me. "Ah! Boring!" I muttered to myself. However, something in the botton of the box left me speechless.


My hands trembled as my eyes fell on the piece of document in the inside of the box. It was among a bundle of folded papers, still seemingly crisp and untouched. They were clipped together with an old portrait of me as a baby. At first. I thought it was a joke. However, when I took out the document, my world fell apart when it finally dawned onto me. "It can't be!" I muttered to myself. My head was reeling from this unexpected discovery, the world suddenly seemed upside down. Everything felt like a nightmare. I wish it was a nightmare. Oh! How I wish it was a nightmare.


On top of the document were the words in black and bold, 'Adoption certificate." I stood there frozen. Mustering sudden surge of frantic energy, I combed through the documents. There were court papers. Birth certificates and alike documents. I read the paper where it officially recognised my birth parents giving up their rights and my adoptive parents taking on those rights. I read it and didn't understand and genuinely thought it was all a big mistake. Part of me hoped this was yet another mean prank by Tara. I was expecting her to jump from the shadows and laugh at me. Nothing. I was left alone to stare at it in silence. However, deep down, I always had a feeling that something was different. I did not share the natural curls of my father nor the smooth complexion of my mother's Tara looked like them whereas I looked nothing like them. The documents in front of me today confirmed that feeling.


The next few moments felt like a movie. I trudged out of the attic, documents in hand, to find my mother. Everything that happened next felt like it was happening in slow motion. I was numb, void of emotions, as I tapped the shoulder of my mother. She turned around to find the documents in my hand. A quizzical look brushed past her face as she grabbed the papers. Her face crumbled and turned ashen. She was speechless. I was speechless. I did not want to hear the truth from her mouth. Slowly, I walked away from the kitchen in silence as she chased after me, wailing. After a bout of crying, she sat me on the sofa.

"I need to talk to you!" her voice cracked. Tara was sent away to her room. It was me and the lady I thought who was my mother. She told me very calmly and informed me that she had not planned to tell me until I had turned 21. I learned my birth parents were still alive but were incapable of taking care of me at the time I was born. Everything she said felt foreign to me. My mind struggled to grapple with this unexpected discovery. I felt alien among the people who I thought was my family. I did not ask any further details about my birth parents. Frankly, I did not want to know them.

Weeks passed. A thick silence descended on our happy home. I was withdrawn and spent most of my time in my room. I did not make eye-contact with my parents nor with my sister. Until one day, my mother grabbed my hand. She sat me on the sofa.

She cupped her hands around my face and looked at me with tear-filled eyes, "I fell in love with you the day I saw you! Though I did not give birth to you, I knew you were mine!" She crumbled into heaps of sobs. "Please never stop calling me mother! Please forgive me!" I always knew her as a strong person. I never once saw her cry. Today, she was. I hugged her back. I did not have words to say to her but finally I managed to comfort her, "I love you, Mom!"


Time heals all wounds. My adoptive parents promised to set up a meeting with my birth parents. It was a difficult period for me. Eventually, I managed to heal my pain over this unexpected discovery. I still wish it was not true. However, I have new-found respect for my parents for adopting me. I will always love my adoptive parents. As for Tara, she never teased me again especially after finding out the truth. However, we found new ways to bond as siblings.




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