The official date is set by the DNA research centre, before the 10th of September I can expect a call with the outcome.
(Where will I be when that moment happens? On my bike, in the car, alone or with friends, in the grocery store, at the market, working? Should I not answer the call maybe and return the call on a moment I choose?)
A part of me doesn’t want to know the outcome if it is negative.
(In Dutch it is called, struisvogelpolitiek, to hide yourself from reality.)
The other part of me only wants to hear if it is a match.
(Of course I do, that is called hope, faith and destiny. And commiting to the promise I once made when I was an orphan, the world can not be this cruel, watch me when I can talk and walk.)
I am finding myself in the twillight zone for sure now.
(The intensity is enourmous, for a moment I wish everything would be done and over, and for the other moments my future seems fully integrated by the Persian roots I once dreamed of.)
What to do when it is no match.
What to do when it is a match..