I always felt a strange sense of displacement growing up in Machakos. My foster parents were kind, yes, but there was a constant weight I could not place a feeling that I didn’t truly belong. They loved me, but something in their eyes always seemed distant, almost guilty.
I tried to ignore it, convincing myself that family is not just about blood. The truth hit me like a thunderbolt when I turned 18. A distant relative, during a casual conversation, dropped a remark that made my heart stop. I decided to investigate, and what I discovered changed my life forever: my foster parents had swapped me with their own child years ago.…CONTINUE READING
