“Be careful what you wish for ’cause you just might get it all and some you don’t want”. This is from Chris Daughtry’s song Home. I used to sing this bridge part of the song in my mind. And I realized, it is really true. It is crazy!

I once wished that one day I may know the answers to lots of questions I have had in my mind since childhood. Is my mother still alive? Where could she be? I wished she was alive. I wished she would contact me someday. 

Cover of Daughtry

Another point in my childhood years, I wished to have a baby brother. And one of the things I windly thought of was “how I wish I were a black American”. That was because I envy the talents and gifts of the famous black Americans of today. That was a stupid thought though. Anyways, there is no way it could happen. It was part of a stupid dream. Well as they say, dreams are for free. So, I dreamed of dreams beyond the walls of any limitation.

But recently, I just realized all those stupid wishes or dreams came true all at once. One day, my mother contacted me confirming she is much alive. It was supposed to be fulfilling to me, but it was not. I felt like I was betrayed. By whom? I do not know. The answers to these questions were once like a peace of the puzzle. I thought having this wish answered would make me feel like a complete person. But it just makes things worse. I felt more troubled. It’s just so hard to accept things that I barely have a single clue.

Another text message came to me telling me that I have a fifth baby brother from my father’s other wife. This means, I have 7 half siblings already. Of course, I was more than shocked. Seven more? That’s plenty mouths to feed. All these days, I kept thinking God must have misunderstood me of my wishes. I only asked for one true brother and not five brothers. It just felt crazy remembering all those wishes and then I got excess answers.

Lastly, the Black American thing seemed to be impossible! I did not become one of course. But lately, I was informed that my mother has a 13-year old daughter whose father was a Black American. He was dead though. But this means, I have half sister who is a half Black American. That is unbelievable!

God must have been playing tricks on me. I thought so. I have other wishes and dreams, but why has he chosen to grant those stupid ones? If I asked a million, will he really give more than a million?

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