Mindy’s Imaginary Friend - A Non-Erotic Story - Sex Stories

Mindy’s Imaginary Friend - A Non-Erotic Story

... and mother or any of her cousins. Mindy began wondering about the fact that her skin was darker than most of her friends, and strangely darker than her mother or father. In her senior year of high school, Mindy was required to write a paper on her personal heritage, including her family tree, as best as she could reconstruct it. It was while researching ancestors that she accumulated family photos and realized that she did not, in fact, look like anyone in her family. “Mom,” she asked a few days later as they were sitting around the supper table having desert, “when did you adopt me? ... And who am I?” Her mother’s response was to drop a full cup of coffee onto the floor. Her father nearly choked on the bite of pie that was in his mouth. “Who told you?” her mother asked in a shaky voice. She so much wanted to say, “Teman,” but instead she said, “I don’t fit on our family tree. I don’t look like anyone in the family. There can be only one explanation. I am adopted.” Her father tried to laugh and said, “Why would you think that?” She looked at both of them and said flatly, “Before tonight, I only suspected. Now I know for sure.” Her voice became somewhat agitated as she asked again, “When was I adopted? Who am I? And why have you never told me?” “You are our daughter,” her mother replied. “You always have been even though I did not give birth to you.” She had regained her composure. “We were wrong. We should have told you, but your grandparents thought it would be best for ...

... you to grow up as a true American. And besides, yours was a very... complicated adoption.” “Your father was an American sailor,” her father said as he looked at her. “Your mother was from Malaysia. They died in a car accident before you were born.” Mindy looked at him in amazement. “How could my parents have died before I was born?” He remained silent as he got up and went over to his desk in the corner of the kitchen. He opened one of the lower drawers and came back with a large, brown envelope. Reaching inside he pulled out several newspaper clippings. The largest was a front page article with a headline which said, “Miracle Baby Born After Mother Dies in Fiery Crash.” “Your mother gave birth in the ambulance on the way to the hospital,” he said quietly. “She was dead when they arrived, but you were born.” “I was in the hospital giving birth to your brother,” said her mother. Her voice was oddly choked. Mindy started to say, “I don’t have a brother,” but stopped when she saw the tears flowing from her mother’s eyes. “He died a few hours after he was born,” she said with a sob. “They usually move a “broken-heart” mother out of the maternity area as soon as possible, but the regular beds in the hospital were full and there had been complications during the birth. Since there were no other mothers in the maternity ward, they decided to wait a day or so to move me. “I walked down the hall from my room to the baby window. It was empty except for you lying in one of those little ...