Kritter
The one and only...
Despite the complaints of his three-year-old body, Seth gorged himself on another pan fried pastry stuffed with spiced chicken, whipped eggs and fried onions. He couldn't remember the name for this delicious food, but his hosts were delighted with him eating so many. He smiled and sighed, recalling the day he'd almost jumped from the top of his mother's building upon learning that he was adopted. It was only by the gentle coaxing of the police - that they'd help him find his real family - that made him come to his senses, and now he was so grateful they'd helped him. Difficult as the past month had been, he'd found true happiness with the family of Uncle Puli, his 'real' mother's brother, and his five new cousins. The children were welcoming, fun-loving and sweet, and he'd almost forgotten at times he was an older man in a child's body. He'd ran and played with them in the street, learned their songs and dances, made crafts and helped his Aunt Mala cook. They'd even gone Trick or Treating on Halloween.
His sense of belonging among them was immediate and profound, and he had to wonder why his real mother had asked his adopted mother to take him instead, but it was his father, who had come to him a few days later, who answered the all the questions he had. He hadn't been surprised to see his father at their door. He expected his parents would be concerned, even though the police received their permission to bring him to Anjali's family. What did surprise him though, was that his father asked him to take a walk, something they had never done together in the past. "I understand now," his father began, "that your mother told you some things and left out others, and I need to set the record straight."
Seth felt his body tense at these words, as it foretold of more information he didn't know, and he wasn't sure he could handle it right now.
"She had some issues with telling you the truth, and I feel I owe it to you to explain. Yes, it's true, Anjali was your mother. But Seth, I'm your real father. You are my actual son."
"You? You had an affair?" Seth said, completely unable to fathom it from his mild and religious father.
"No, nothing like that. It's just, Anjali and Anil had tried to have children for ten years, but...Anil had a problem. And at some point she joked to your mother that she'd like to borrow me...since we already had two boys, and your mother loved her and wanted to help her out so she spoke to me about it and well, one thing led to another. I didn't sleep with her, it wasn't like that. I was just a donor. But it wasn't a real medical procedure back then, they didn't have invitro. They did it in the home, with a nurse and an...inserter."
"Please don't tell me it was a turkey baster," Seth said, watching his father's eyes turn away. "It was? It was a turkey baster? I was made with a turkey baster??"
"Seth," his father began gently. "I'm sorry, but you were never supposed to know these things. Your mother felt you would feel different if you knew. And when you asked, she was just too embarrassed to tell you."
"Oh, but it makes sense now," Seth said, feeling some odd relief. "It makes so much more sense that Anjali would want you to take me. I'm sorry," he said, leaning in to his father's chest, feeling bad that he'd grown so angry at his parents, especially since they'd raised him from day one.
His father wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "I'll understand if you'd like to stay with your Uncle Pulkit, but please don't cut us out of your life. Your grandmother has been beside herself with worry. You're her absolute favorite you know."
Seth hugged his father tighter and smiled. "Tell her I'll be home in a few days." It felt good to hug his father, as he hadn't often done it as an adult. It also felt good to know he was his father, and that not all of his Jewishness had been a lie. But he had a choice to make now that he'd never expected. To return to live with his parents or continue to stay with his Uncle Puli, whose family he had already grown to love.
"Sathi!" one of his cousin's called to him, pulling him back to the present. "Can you take me out for a walk please?" It was Prema, their newborn daughter, sitting on the floor and talking like the demanding business-owner she was in the future. As strange as three had been to him, he could only imagine what it must have been like for her, having just celebrated her 50th birthday a few days before to being in an infants body. At least he could embrace his childhood, she was still trying to master crawling and her bowel functions. And it was still jarring hearing a confident voice come from that tiny mouth.
The streets outside Uncle Puli's tenement home were crowded with people dressed in an odd mix of old and new fashions. While Seth pushed Prema's stroller, he tried to converse with her in intelligent adult conversation so she wouldn't feel so alone. They talked about their lives and what they might want to do over, and whether or not the collider should be stopped or allowed to continue. The 'Stop the Collider' crowd had grown much louder as the month ran on, and without social media to spread the word, they'd taken to flyers and talk show radio to spread their message and organize rallies.
"What do you think they should do?" Prema asked.
Seth contemplated both scenarios. His life had been fine, his wife and children great, but in thinking back on it now, he realized he'd found his life mundane. He'd just been going through motions and existing, doing what was expected of him by his family and community. If he had to live it over again, he imagined he'd do it differently. Live more for himself, be more adventurous and find ways to have more fun. "I think..." he started, surprised at what he was about to say. "I think I'd like them to stop it."
Prema looked up at him, her infant face all round and innocent, her tiny mouth forming thoughtful words. "You know what? Me too. Let's go to their next rally."
His sense of belonging among them was immediate and profound, and he had to wonder why his real mother had asked his adopted mother to take him instead, but it was his father, who had come to him a few days later, who answered the all the questions he had. He hadn't been surprised to see his father at their door. He expected his parents would be concerned, even though the police received their permission to bring him to Anjali's family. What did surprise him though, was that his father asked him to take a walk, something they had never done together in the past. "I understand now," his father began, "that your mother told you some things and left out others, and I need to set the record straight."
Seth felt his body tense at these words, as it foretold of more information he didn't know, and he wasn't sure he could handle it right now.
"She had some issues with telling you the truth, and I feel I owe it to you to explain. Yes, it's true, Anjali was your mother. But Seth, I'm your real father. You are my actual son."
"You? You had an affair?" Seth said, completely unable to fathom it from his mild and religious father.
"No, nothing like that. It's just, Anjali and Anil had tried to have children for ten years, but...Anil had a problem. And at some point she joked to your mother that she'd like to borrow me...since we already had two boys, and your mother loved her and wanted to help her out so she spoke to me about it and well, one thing led to another. I didn't sleep with her, it wasn't like that. I was just a donor. But it wasn't a real medical procedure back then, they didn't have invitro. They did it in the home, with a nurse and an...inserter."
"Please don't tell me it was a turkey baster," Seth said, watching his father's eyes turn away. "It was? It was a turkey baster? I was made with a turkey baster??"
"Seth," his father began gently. "I'm sorry, but you were never supposed to know these things. Your mother felt you would feel different if you knew. And when you asked, she was just too embarrassed to tell you."
"Oh, but it makes sense now," Seth said, feeling some odd relief. "It makes so much more sense that Anjali would want you to take me. I'm sorry," he said, leaning in to his father's chest, feeling bad that he'd grown so angry at his parents, especially since they'd raised him from day one.
His father wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "I'll understand if you'd like to stay with your Uncle Pulkit, but please don't cut us out of your life. Your grandmother has been beside herself with worry. You're her absolute favorite you know."
Seth hugged his father tighter and smiled. "Tell her I'll be home in a few days." It felt good to hug his father, as he hadn't often done it as an adult. It also felt good to know he was his father, and that not all of his Jewishness had been a lie. But he had a choice to make now that he'd never expected. To return to live with his parents or continue to stay with his Uncle Puli, whose family he had already grown to love.
"Sathi!" one of his cousin's called to him, pulling him back to the present. "Can you take me out for a walk please?" It was Prema, their newborn daughter, sitting on the floor and talking like the demanding business-owner she was in the future. As strange as three had been to him, he could only imagine what it must have been like for her, having just celebrated her 50th birthday a few days before to being in an infants body. At least he could embrace his childhood, she was still trying to master crawling and her bowel functions. And it was still jarring hearing a confident voice come from that tiny mouth.
The streets outside Uncle Puli's tenement home were crowded with people dressed in an odd mix of old and new fashions. While Seth pushed Prema's stroller, he tried to converse with her in intelligent adult conversation so she wouldn't feel so alone. They talked about their lives and what they might want to do over, and whether or not the collider should be stopped or allowed to continue. The 'Stop the Collider' crowd had grown much louder as the month ran on, and without social media to spread the word, they'd taken to flyers and talk show radio to spread their message and organize rallies.
"What do you think they should do?" Prema asked.
Seth contemplated both scenarios. His life had been fine, his wife and children great, but in thinking back on it now, he realized he'd found his life mundane. He'd just been going through motions and existing, doing what was expected of him by his family and community. If he had to live it over again, he imagined he'd do it differently. Live more for himself, be more adventurous and find ways to have more fun. "I think..." he started, surprised at what he was about to say. "I think I'd like them to stop it."
Prema looked up at him, her infant face all round and innocent, her tiny mouth forming thoughtful words. "You know what? Me too. Let's go to their next rally."
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