Separated at Birth

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Upon learning he has a twin brother, 10 year old James sets out on a journey to find his lost brother.

Submitted: August 07, 2014

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Separated at birth This is FICTION and NEVER happened Hi. My name is James Stafford. Im ten years old. I have a brother that I didn’t know even existed until now. This is my story of the journey to find him. // I knew something wasn’t right, but I didn’t know what. I didn’t look anything like my siblings. They all had Blonde hair, and I had brown hair. They all had blue eyes, but mine were green. One night after everyone else had gone to bed, I asked Mom why I was different. I wasn’t prepared for what she told me next. “You were separated at birth.” “I was what?” I said, confused. “Come in and sit on the bed and I will explain it to you. I guess you’re old enough now.” “When you were born, you were a twin. The nurses switched you and your brother into different cribs. We took you home, and another family took your brother. I know this might be hard for you to understand, but it is real. Your brother’s name is Jaxon. He lives in Lakewood, Colorado.” We live in Idaho Springs, Colorado. 35 miles away from each other. Mom showed me the place on the map. I sat on the bed, too shocked to speak. Finally I said “I have a twin brother?” Mom nodded and said “Uh Hu.” “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” I said, anger boiling up inside me. “Because we didn’t think you would be able to comprehend it until now. We wanted to wait until we thought you could understand it.” Mom said, a calming edge to her voice. “But, I… but…” I tried to think of something to say, but I couldn’t. “Im going to my room. I need to think about this.” I said as I got down from the bed. When I got to the door I stopped. Then I turned around again. “Mom, am I adopted?” She looked at me, then said “No buddy. You’re not adopted.” “Okay.” I said. Then I turned and walked out the door. I went straight to my room and sat on my bed. Then I put my head in my hands on my knees and just thought about what I had just been told. I didn’t believe it. “Why would somebody separate me and my brother when we were just babies?” “Who wanted me but didn’t want my brother?” “Who was my brother? “How could I talk to him?” These thoughts and more raced through my head as I sat there. (Authors note: I know I have written a lot of stories where the kids run away from home, but this one is going to be a little different. You’ll see how later.) -Two days later- Alright kiddo, I know you have questions about what Mom told you the other day. Let’s go to your room and we can talk.” Dad said one night after dinner. I was being exceptionally quiet, mostly because I did have a lot of questions. I am usually a chatterbox, so Dad knew something was up. I helped with the dishes, then we both went up to my room to chat. “Okay, bucko, what questions do you have?” Dad asked after we sat on my bed. My bed was a twin, and it had a blue and white stripe blanket on it. On top of that was my favorite Scooby-doo blanket. “Well, I don’t really know where to start.” I said. I had so many questions racing through my head I was feeling bogged down. “Well, pick one.” Dad said, placing his hand on my shoulder. “Um, I want to know why you didn’t want my brother.” I said. My questions were answered, but I still felt the need to meet my brother. Dad said that contacting him would not be possible, so I had no chance. But, I still felt like I could make it to Kentucky to find my brother. Im going to find my brother if it kills me. Im leaving tomorrow. I packed a backpack with food, water, money, comic books, clothes, a map, and a flashlight and first aid kit. I even got a small sleeping bag in it. I couldn’t quite fit the tent, but I clipped it onto a handhold with a carabineer. “I’m ready.” I said to myself. I hid my backpack under my bed, then I climbed under the covers and went to sleep. The next morning I woke up at 5:00AM. I got dressed, then I headed downstairs. I wrote a note to Mom and Dad which said: Dear Mom and Dad, I know you might freak out when you find out I left, but I want to find my brother. I just feel like if I find my brother, then maybe we can be a together forever. I will return soon. Love, James // I silently ate a few granola bars from the pantry, and then I went to go outside. As an afterthought I grabbed my winter coat. It is the middle of winter, and the snow is already piled at least three inches deep. I put on my boots, hat, scarf, and coat, then I went outside and looked around. It was still dark, and it was snowing. The road looked untouched by cars or people. I almost felt bad walking in it, but the snow was falling so fast and so much that it would cover my tracks in about twenty minutes. I looked back at the house. “I will return Mom and Dad.” I said. Then I took a deep breath, and I started walking away from my house. -That night- I felt cold as I laid in my sleeping bag in the tent. I was sleeping in a forest clearing where I had set up the tent. I almost gave up right then and there, but I was determined to find my brother. There was snow all around me, and the bottom of my sleeping bag was a little wet from the snow. I had forgotten to pack a tarp, so the bottom of the tent was wet. When I finally drifted off to sleep, I was shivering uncontroably. “I better find my brother soon or else I will freeze to death out here.” I thought to myself many times that night. When the sun finally came back up I checked my map to see how far I had to go still. I estimated I still had about twenty miles to go. I was only ten miles from home, and twenty miles from my brother. After I calculated my route, I packed up everything and set off towards my destination. That afternoon I arrived in El Rancho Colorado. I was so weak from starvation, I almost collapsed. I had eaten all my granola bars the day before, and I had no food left. Then I saw a Mini-Mart store. “Yes! I can get food!” I said out loud, fist pumping the air and laughing. I didn’t know why I was laughing, but it felt good. I crossed the street and went inside the Mini-Mart. I have thirty dollars, but I want to make it last. I bought ten granola bars, three water bottles and a soda. I also bought two candy bars. “So kid, what you up to?” the clerk asked. She was a skinny lady with black hair and soft, caring green eyes. She is wearing jeans, a light blue tee-shirt, and an apron with the name of the store. “Im trying to find my brother. He was separated from me at birth, and I am trying to find him.” I said. “Oh Really?? You really think you can find him? Where does he live?” The clerk asked. “Im going to try he lives in Eudora.” I said determinedly. “Well, I wish you the best of luck on your journey. By the way, that will be 10 dollars.” She replied with a smile. “Oh. Right. Here” I said, quickly counting the ten dollars and giving it to her. She put the money in the cash register, then I put the stuff I bought in my backpack. “Do you want your receipt?” The Clerk asked. “Um, sure.” I said, and I took it and put it in my backpack. Then I thanked her and walked towards the door. When I got to the door, the clerk stopped me. “Hey, kid! Wait!” She said as I pushed the door open. I let the door close, then I turned around again. “Kid, I hope you find your brother. If you need a place to stay tonight, I would try the motel just up the road. It’s pretty cheap. Plus if you mention my name, you could get a discount.” “Oh. Yeah, thanks. I will stay there. I only have twenty bucks now though…” I said sadly. “Oh well, I bet if you told them what you are doing, then they would help you. Don’t forget to mention my name! My name is Alisha.” She said. “Thank you.” I replied. “Good luck kid.” The clerk said. “Thank you.” I said. “Bye.” “Bye.” I said, and I pushed open the door and walked out into the snow. I decided to stay here for a day to rest and figure out my next course of action. I figured out I was in in Heritage Hills Colorado. I should get to Castle Rock in a few days, but I didn’t really know if that was true. I spent the day buying supplies and food. Later that night I went to the Motel. I was a little scared to talk to the lady at the desk, but I was brave. “Um, I have a question.” I said apprehensively. “Yes? What can I do for you?” “Um, well, ugh! I can’t do this!” I said, growing frustrated. “Hey, it’s okay. Just take a deep breath and talk slowly. You can do this.” The lady said. I took a deep breath, then said “Okay. I can do this. I am wondering if I can get a room.” “You want a room?” She asked, clearly confused. “Uh Hu.” I responded, nodding. “Oh. Well you can’t check in unless you’re eighteen.” The lady said. “Oh. Yeah. Okay. Well, thanks anyway.” I turned to go walk out the door, but the lady stopped me. “Hey! Wait! Why do you want a room anyway? Are you a runaway?” I turned around and shook my head. “Im trying to find my brother.” Then I told her everything I told the cashier at the Mini-Mart. When I finished she said “I’m sorry I can’t help you. But I can tell you good luck. I hope you find your brother.” Disappointment spread throughout me. “Yeah. Thanks.” I said, then I turned and walked out into the cold. That night I spent another night in my tent. It was even colder than last night, and my sleeping bag hasn’t dry off. “Maybe I should just give up and go home. I mean, I could die out here. And then where would Mom and Dad be? If I die, it’s my fault. Plus if I die I’ll never see my brother.” I thought to myself as I laid in the darkness. “But, I set out here to find my brother, and I’m going to find him or die trying!” I said to myself. Then I turned on my side and fell asleep. That night I dreamed that I got to Lakewood, only to find out that my brother didn’t actually exist. I had come all this way for nothing. I dreamed that I started my journey back, but I got lost and never got home. I woke up crying and in a cold sweat. I yelled for Mom, but then I remembered that she wasn’t here. I didn’t sleep very well for the rest of the night. I curled up into a ball and cried myself to sleep. The next day I got to Kittredge, Colorado. I had gone 15 miles already. Im almost halfway to Lakewood. With new hope I figured out my path, and then I packed up and headed off. By the time nightfall came, I was just outside of Morrison. I walked into the woods and found a clearing, then I set up camp again. I put my tent up and unrolled my sleeping bag in my tent. Then I ate a bag of chips and down a water bottle I bought at the Mini-Mart in El-Rancho. Then I crawled inside my tent and got in my sleeping bag. It was warmer than it had been the last two nights, and I was grateful. I went to sleep a lot sooner than I did the other few nights, but I woke up a whole lot earlier. Usually it was light when I got up, but I woke up when it was still very, very, dark. I could hear voices getting close to me, and they were loud. “Where did you leave them Phil?” One said. It was high, like mine. “It should be just up here.” Another said. It was low, like Dad’s was before he left. His voice reminded me of Dad, and I tried not to cry. The voices came closer and closer to my tent. “Hey! What’s this tent here for?” The low voice asked suddenly. “Maybe it’s a homeless person.” The high voice said. “Well, open it and check then! Now!” Said the low voice. I wriggled farther in my sleeping bag and waited. I heard the zipper being unzipped, then my stuff being moved around. “Check the sleeping bag!” The low voice said. “What do these people want?” I thought again and again. Then I felt my sleeping bag zipper being unzipped. In a few seconds I was totally exposed. “What the???” The man had long black hair, thick glasses, and broken teeth. He looked skinny. “What are you doing out here?” The other man asked. He also had black hair and glasses, but he looked really tough. “Um, Camping.” I said, thinking fast. “Well, you are camping on our spot! Now get out of here! Scram! Move! Get!” The skinny man said, growing angrier with each word. I jumped out of my sleeping bag and grabbed my backpack. “Hey, Phil. Let the kid pack.” The tough man said. “Oh alright.” The skinny man said with a disgruntled grunt. I quickly stuffed everything in my backpack, then I took the tent down and shoved it in, then I zipped up the pocket, and I turned and started walking away. Now I had to find a new place to sleep. After probably an hour of walking I gave up and decided I should just keep walking during the night. By the time the sun came up, I had made it to Lakewood. I was thrilled to be here, but I also didn’t know what my brother looked like or where to start looking for him. I was stuck in Lakewood without a plan. I wanted to find a pay phone so I could call Mom. I looked around and found one outside a gas station store. It required three quarters for a 20 minute call. I had six quarters in my pocket, and I got three of them and put them in the slot. Then I picked up the receiver and dialed home, adding a 1 at the beginning because it was long distance. The phone rang three times, then it was answered. “Hello?” It was Mom. “Hi Mom. It’s James.” I said. “James! Where the heck are you? Are you okay? What are you doing?” Mom said. She sounded angry and scared at the same time. “Im okay. Im trying to find my brother. Im not coming home until I do.” I said. “Honey, you can die out there!’ Mom yelled. “I know but I am determined to find my brother. If I can’t find him in one week, I will come home. That’s a promise.” I said. “James, please come home. Please. I called the police about two days ago, and they are looking for you. I don’t want to lose you. Please come home.” I sighed and ran my hand through my messy hair. “Im determined to find him.” I said after a moment. The line was silent for so long I eventually said “Mom? Are you there?” “I love you James.” Mom replied after a long silent wait. “I love you too Mom.” I said. “I hope you find what you’re looking for kiddo.” Mom said. “Thanks Mom.” Suddenly I started crying. I felt homesick. I never should have made this call. “I miss you Mom.” I said through my tears. “I miss you too Jamey.” Mom said. Jamey is my nickname. That made me lose it. I started crying harder than ever then, and I felt completely alone. “Maybe I should go home.” I said in between heaving sobs. “Ah Jamey, you got that far, why not just finish what you set out to do?” Mom said reassuringly. “I just miss you so much Mom!” “I miss you too, but I want you to be happy. I want you to be brave for Mom, okay?” Be brave like Mom. Mom is a Firefighter. Her life is being brave. “Okay. I think I can do that. For Mom.” “That’s my boy!” Mom said. “Well, I think I only have a few minutes left, so im gonna go.” I said. “Okay. I love you Jamey. Be safe and don’t talk to strangers.” Mom said. “Okay. I love you. See you later. Bye.” “Bye kiddo.” I hung up the phone, then I tried to think of my next plan. I decided to go for a walk to clear my head. I walked until I found a trail, then I walked along the trail. There was grass and a highway on one side, and on the other there was a giant river. It was very pretty, but also very dirty. I don’t know how long I was walking, but I suddenly heard a voice. “Hey mom? That kid looks just like me!” A boy said. I looked up and saw a boy that looked just like me. He had brown hair, green eyes, and he was as tall as I was. About 5 feet two inches to be exact. “Hey is probably just another kid.” The mother said. “Jaxon?” I said, hope building up inside me. The boy stared at me, then said “James?” at that point I knew I had found him. I had found my brother! “Jaxon! It’s you! My brother! We were switched at birth!” I said. “James? Is it really you?” Jaxon said, an excited edge to his voice. “Yes! It is really me. See? We have the same mark on our left hands!” I said, holding out my hand. We both had a brown mark that looked like a dinosaur with tiny legs. Jaxon held out his hand, and we matched. “Oh my goodness.” The mother said. “You really do exist brother!” Jaxon said, and he hugged me with all his might. I hugged him back. We both started to laugh. I had done it. I had found Jaxon. This was the best day of my life. -2 weeks later- Jaxon and I have been to so many court sessions the last two weeks, I can’t count them all. His parents and my parents decided we should live together. But the legal process was long, tiring, and boring. By the time it was over, I was so tired of the court house it wasn’t funny. But, my family had adopted Jaxon! We were going to live with each other! I couldn’t believe it! On our way home we stopped and got ice cream. This was the best day ever! The end.


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