I have been tied up with some of life’s busyness and have finally gotten back to to Finish It! by authorsbmazing for FINISH IT! #14. Hope you enjoy it!
Here is her prompt for Finish It #14
He looked at the letter. Over and over again. Maybe he was dreaming. This was too good to be true! Life had been rough recently. He checked again, if the letter was really addressed to him. If this was true, it would change everything.
Ben turned the letter over again. Yes, it was addressed to him: Benjamin Alstead. The name on the return label was from the man his friend Randall Cavin had identified as his biological father, William Barston. Randall had told him that William would contact Ben if he wanted to talk with him.
Ben thought back over his search for his biological parents. It had been a long search. The laws in his state kept the adoption closed, but Ben had prayed that he would find them. His adopted parents warned him,“Biological parents have their reasons to keep the adoption closed, Ben. There may be a road of hurt before you.”
Ben had studied his parents’ faces. “You know I don’t want to do this because you have been bad parents. You are the best parents in the world. It’s just that it’s something I have to do.”
His mother had sighed and leaned against his father, looking up into his face. Ben watched as his adopted father looked down at his mother. When they looked back at him, they nodded. “Ben, if this is what you really want to do, we wish you God-speed. We are here for you, son, and we’ll help you any way we can.”
And they had. But the search was not complete when they were killed in an automobile accident. The need to find his biological parents increased. They would keep him from being an orphan, without family! The search went on hold during the settling of his parents’ estate. But he knew he would have to get back into it, refusing to believe it could lead to more pain than he had now.
His year was lonely with grieving. His heart ached to find his biological parents, especially his father. Then he was surprised by the contact from his parents’ friend from years before.
“Hi. My name is Randall Cavin. If you are Ben, the son of Carl and Ashley, give me a call or email me,” he said in a letter. It had been a long time since he had heard that name, but he did vaguely remember it. He had been friends with Ben’s adopted parents but he had moved and conversation between the friends had grown sparse. Ben decided to send an email right away, confirming Randall’s suspicion.
The reply was immediate. “Ben, I read about your folks’ deaths. I am so sorry. I’m an attorney and was involved with a case and couldn’t do anything at the time. Give me a call tomorrow. I would love to know how you are and what I can do to help you.”
Ben told Randall about his search and Randall said he would like to help Ben. “But,” he warned, “it may lead to more pain than you have now.”
“That’s what my parents said,” Ben had answered. “But I have to do this.”
And so the search had continued. Then a call from Randall made Ben’s heart leap. He had found Ben’s father. “If he is going to have you be part of his life, he will write you a letter.”
Ben waited. As the month passed, he wondered if he should give up. And then the letter came in the mail. Ben stared at it. Was it really for him? Was it really from his biological father? With trembling hands, he tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter. He hands still trembled as he read, “Dear Ben, your friend Randall contacted me. He told us about you and we realized that you are our biological son. He told me about your adopted parents. We are so sorry. Ben, it has been more than 25 years that we have thought about you. We were too young to marry when you were born and it was with heavy hearts that we put you up for adoption. It was several years before we married and although we wanted to know you, we felt it was best to leave things as they were. We have thought much about it and have decided we want you to be part of our lives.”
The visit with his father and mother had been all that Ben had hoped it was. He had not only father and mother, but brother and sister. He put the letter in a safe place. It had changed his life and he would value it forever.