Test Tube Baby: A Short Story

Test Tube Baby? The crowded Washington D.C. airport reekedsmelled of greasy fast food. I sat beside my mom in the food court, eating a slice of pizza from one of the many vendors. We had just been visiting the city for my mom’s work. Our flight was scheduled to depart in about a half an hour. “Alright, stop eating and listen to me, because I have something really important to tell you,” said my mom. “Okay? What is it?” I asked. “Your father and I, well it was very difficult for us to have kids,” she began. At this point, I thought she was going to tell me I was adopted or something. “After several years, we decided an egg donor would be the best option.” “Okay? what are you saying?” “I’m not your biological mom... Aunt Anette is,” she stated. As it turns out, my mom was not my biological mom; the woman I had known my whole life as “Aunt Netty” was. “Wait, wait, hold on a second. You’re telling me that Aunt Netty is my real mom? So it’s kind of like I was adopted?” “Well, no. She gave me her eggs when she found out I couldn’t have children,” said my mom “Oh, okay. I guess I understand,” I told her. “That also means that Gillian, Hannah, and Kyle are your half-siblings.”
My insatiable curiosity nearly drove her mad, and after the first twenty or so questions, she told me to hold on to them until we got home. The rest of the ride I sat jittering in my seat, going over and over my new ancestry. I couldn’t believe that no one had noticed the similarities between me and my half-siblings. I couldn’t believe that no one had told me before. I couldn’t believe that my parents had to go through my whole life, not being able to tell anyone, but wishing desperately that they could. My mom explained to me that they hadn’t told me before now because they wanted to make sure I was mature enough. They didn’t plan on telling my little brother any time