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SimplyJakeAndAlex
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Now that is one special situation that even a strong Atheist like I am would almost ask if there is a god... Fuck no I stand the course Well I have said before I was adopted years ago... I even remember what was playing in the plane Boing 747 from Air Canada, it was "By The River of Babylon" a song by Bob Marley [the Melodians as corrected by fellow JeanGuyOZ] but remixed by Boney M, which without a doubt became my favorite song of all time. And it was playing as we flew over the United States (the modern Babylon LOL). I arrived from my 25 degree Celsius under a shadow country to a -19 degree in Mirabel International Airport, the yellow airport (which doesn't exist anymore) on December 19th 1980, I was my parents Christmas gift (My sister came after me a month later). I remember it as it was yesterday and there is a certain smell when winter arrives in Canada that recalls me the smell of this country when I first land on it.
Everything was new to me in this new country, snow??? What the hell was that white stuff covering the ground, and it's fucking cold too, my god I was in a winter wonderland hell Not only the snow was white, everyone in this place was as white as snow (they must be all sick hahaha), to think that they call us the colored one: I am sick I'm black, I am shy I'm black, I'm dead I'm black... these people were chameleon, they're sick they turn green, they're shy they turn red, they're dead and they turn blue LOL.
From the shity hole I was from, I come into a mansion with so much stuff, that it took them 2 hours to find where I was hiding the first day :rofl:. I was so not used to eat regularly that I would hide food in my room, which was cleaned the day after by our nanny, it went on for a month, until my mom understood the patterns and explained to me where was the fridge and that food will never go out in this house. And that eating butter with a spoon wasn't good for me :rofl::rofl::rofl:.
That's the beautiful story of my arrival in my new family in Canada... but I also mentioned that I'm from a huge family back then from my Sugar Cane country, and when I was a kid my dad said to me that I would have serious nightmare and I'd name pretty much all my other sister and brothers, and he tried his best to find them without success.
In the mean time, while my sister and I were making our ways through society, another two individuals had been adopted in pretty much the same time that we were, something around a month or two before we left and they made their way through Canada as well.
One of my aunt on my mother's side got a new boyfriend, and he happens to have adopted two kids from the same country, same orphanage and from the very same sister that presented me and my sister to my father. Well guess what? The girl look just like my sister and the dude is a total replica of me... they are younger than we are but we look so similar that it's obvious they are the lost family.
35 years later will I finally have find two of my original family member? We look so alike it's horrible... the dude has the same shape than I do and the same facial features... even Alex almost fainted. I guess it's time for a DNA sample. What you guys think?
Everything was new to me in this new country, snow??? What the hell was that white stuff covering the ground, and it's fucking cold too, my god I was in a winter wonderland hell Not only the snow was white, everyone in this place was as white as snow (they must be all sick hahaha), to think that they call us the colored one: I am sick I'm black, I am shy I'm black, I'm dead I'm black... these people were chameleon, they're sick they turn green, they're shy they turn red, they're dead and they turn blue LOL.
From the shity hole I was from, I come into a mansion with so much stuff, that it took them 2 hours to find where I was hiding the first day :rofl:. I was so not used to eat regularly that I would hide food in my room, which was cleaned the day after by our nanny, it went on for a month, until my mom understood the patterns and explained to me where was the fridge and that food will never go out in this house. And that eating butter with a spoon wasn't good for me :rofl::rofl::rofl:.
That's the beautiful story of my arrival in my new family in Canada... but I also mentioned that I'm from a huge family back then from my Sugar Cane country, and when I was a kid my dad said to me that I would have serious nightmare and I'd name pretty much all my other sister and brothers, and he tried his best to find them without success.
In the mean time, while my sister and I were making our ways through society, another two individuals had been adopted in pretty much the same time that we were, something around a month or two before we left and they made their way through Canada as well.
One of my aunt on my mother's side got a new boyfriend, and he happens to have adopted two kids from the same country, same orphanage and from the very same sister that presented me and my sister to my father. Well guess what? The girl look just like my sister and the dude is a total replica of me... they are younger than we are but we look so similar that it's obvious they are the lost family.
35 years later will I finally have find two of my original family member? We look so alike it's horrible... the dude has the same shape than I do and the same facial features... even Alex almost fainted. I guess it's time for a DNA sample. What you guys think?
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