A bit lengthier than the rest but I thought an Untitled 4 would be taking it too far. Read it and then let me know what you think the title should be. Thanks!
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Two hours or so later, the man woke up. Again his first question was “Who are you people?” My mom got of her seat, approaching the bed to calm him but he told her not to come near him. She stopped in her tracks; unsure of what to do. That was a first. My mom always knows what to do.
As if she could now hear all the commotion around her, the woman chose that moment to open her eyes. Looking from my dad to my mom and back she asked “George?” As if to make sure it was actually her husband. “I’m here Angie” he said. “Who are these people?” She asked him. By now it was beginning to dawn on us that we had the wrong guy. Just then the doctor stepped in, apparently doing his morning rounds. “Good to see you are awake Mr Ahenkora” he said. “What hospital is this? Who are these people” my dad’s clone persisted. The doctor now took him through the whole story, how they were rushed in, and police went to our residence to notify me since they thought his wife was my mom, a high profile lawyer. “Well she’s not”, the man angrily replied. “As you can see my wife is lying right in this room! Get these people out!” He continued, gradually getting more and more agitated.”I’m his wife”, the woman chipped in. “That’s our daughter, Ofosua…so if you could just tell us…….”
Just then a familiar voice called from the doorway “What’s going on here?” Interrupting the woman’s speech. We all turned to look. It was my dad! Jaebea was the first one off her seat. We both run to hug him. I was so relieved. “I got all your messages Cecilia” He said to my mom. “Yesterday was just crazy”. Jaebea, without waiting for my mom to respond just burst in with “I think you should see this” and she dragged my dad over to his clone’s side. On seeing the guy’s face my dad recoiled.
“It’s like looking into a mirror” he said. By now, the man and his wife had mellowed; all talk of having us removed from their room was abandoned and we were no longer the crazy three who wouldn’t leave them alone. “David Ahenkora” my dad said, extending his hand to shake the guy. “George Ahenkora” the guy responded. “Does this mean I have a twin I didn’t know about for over forty years?” He continued in a much lighter tone than any of us had ever heard him use since he woke up the day before. “Well, as far as I know I’m an only child” my dad replied. “I suppose you have to get better so we can look properly into all of this.”
“About that”; the doctor interjected “Mr Ahenkora is actually quite well. As far as I can tell his injuries are all surface injuries and he can be discharged today.” George quickly asked “What about the pain in my ribs then? And my wife? Why’s my daughter still asleep”. It seemed like he could go on all day but the doctor said “One question at a time Mr Ahenkora; your daughter is in a coma, I suspect it’s from the impact of the accident. Your wife will be fine in due course, we just want to keep her overnight for observation since she was initially in a coma. Your ribs are bruised so I’ll have the nurse give you a salve. Now that I’ve answered all your questions, I think I’ll just leave you guys to sort out your issues. Please keep the noise level down, the are other patients on the floor.” With that the doctor quickly made his exit (I suspect he merely wanted to avoid answering any more questions and being dragged into our drama).
As soon as he left, my dad said “well, we’re also leaving. If you want to get to the bottom of this, I’m leaving my number on your bedside table. Give me a call when you get out of here.” We also made our exit then. Now that my dad was here, all the butterflies in my stomach were gone and I had forgotten about all the times when I thought he was a mean old man who wouldn’t let me have any fun. Jaebea and I raced to my dad’s car, leaving my dad to give whatever explanation he had to my mom. I didn’t want to hear the blasting he would receive if his excuse wasn’t good enough. I was still trying to convince Jaebea to go in my mom’s car so I could go with my dad when they got to the car. From the smiles on both their faces I could tell his excuse was good. I decided to go with my mom then, after all the lion had been tamed.
I gave my dad a hug and went over to my mom’s car which was parked on the other side of the car park, yelling “We’ll see you at home guys” as I went. My mom soon followed. Now that my dad was back my mom was her old self- in charge. “Since you already caught on to our plan -thanks to your dad- what do you want for your 21st?” she asked. I thought about it for a few minutes and said “Just a quiet dinner tonight at Holiday Inn.” “That all?” my mom asked. I turned to look at her, surprised. My dad is usually the one who spoils us on birthdays. “Don’t look at me that way Feibea” she said. “Can’t I spoil my daughter once in a while? You don’t turn 21 everyday you know.” I laughed, the mystery explained. By now we were at the gate to our home, parked behind my dad as he waited for Jaebea to open the gate.
Apparently my dad had had to fly out to Toronto suddenly for a client meeting. In his rush, he left his phone at work and since he had all of us on speed dial he hadn’t memorized any of our numbers except my mom’s old one which was missing so he couldn’t reach us. He kept apologizing for missing my 21st but after all my worrying about him in the past few days, I didn’t have the heart to get angry. I just stored the knowledge for the next time I wanted something and he said no which I knew would be soon.
A month later, birthday saga all but forgotten; I was sitting in our hall, having a quiet read when the doorbell rung. I opened it; and there stood the other Ahenkoras. I let them in and went to call my dad. Long story short, they had finally gotten out of the hospital a week ago and wanted to get to the bottom of the mystery. Jaebea and I had drawn our own conclusions already; proof or no and Yaaba agreed with us. We waited for the grown ups to come to the same conclusion.
My dad took George through his family history, how he was an only child, was raised in Ghana. Both his parents were dead and his only living aunt (his mom’s sister) had died around when Jaebea was born. The man said his parents were alive and would like to meet my dad but they were based in Canada. They were willing to pay for my dad’s flight and everything if that would be an issue. I heard my dad tell them we would fly out on our own after he sorted out a few things at work. Jaebea and I looked at each other with excitement! An unexpected trip. We both loved to travel but we didn’t get to go as often as we would like. This one had landed into our laps just like that. After clearing the purpose of their visit out of the way, they spent a whole lot of time chatting with my parents. I even heard them apologizing to my mom for trying to throw us out initially but she just laughed it off.
Two weeks after the Ahenkoras’ surprise visit, we found ourselves in Vancouver International Airport, getting off our British Airways flight. We followed the signs to passport inspection and then to the baggage claim section. When we got to the public greeting area, the Ahenkora’s were there with an older couple. We walked over and my parents exchanged greetings with them like they were old friends. We joined them home. During the journey I wondered what was going through everyone’s mind.
Once we got to their home, they got right down to business. “I’d like to know why I have your surname and look like you sir” my dad said. Taking a seat, the man who had previously introduced himself as Kwesi took a sip of his wine. “It’s a very long story he said, one that begun over 40 years ago” he said. “Well”, my dad said, “I believe that’s the reason why we took a flight here and made reservations for three days. So start talking, we’re ready to listen.”
“Well then” Kwesi said. “Forty-seven years ago, my brother came to see me. It was barely a week after my wife was discharged from the hospital, still quite weak after childbirth. He knew that my wife and I were in dire need of money and being my twin brother he came with an offer of help. He and his wife had tried for years to have children with no luck whereas my wife had just delivered twins. Once he saw the twins, he couldn’t think about anything else. He wanted a baby badly and wanted us to give them one of ours to raise. Naturally my wife and I said no but when a few weeks later, one of the twins fell ill and almost died and because we couldn’t afford health care, we started to reconsider. I went to see my brother and asked him for help. In exchange, he asked that we let him adopt one of the twins. Not only was he going to adopt the child, he wanted to set us up here, in Canada so there was no chance the secret would ever be told. We were not allowed to contact the child no matter what. Every year, the child would come with them on a vacation to Canada and we could see him but we were not to make our presence known. Looking at our dying child, I felt I had no choice but to agree; considering the fact that he was my brother and I knew he had the means of looking after the child. By then, George had barely recovered from his illness so I gave you up instead. You already seemed so strong; and I knew you could handle whatever came your way.” George ended.
For a few minutes nobody said anything. Then suddenly, my dad got up and said “let’s go.” We all got up without a word, and followed him out the door. Once we got to our hotel, Jaebea and I went to our room, and left him and my mom to talk. I hoped that my mom would convince him to go back. I wanted to know this new family that had been thrown our way a little more. My parents didn’t come out again until the next morning when we all went downstairs for breakfast. “Are we going back?” Jaebea asked; exactly what I had been dying to ask. “Maybe later” my dad responded. Halfway through breakfast however, the Ahenkoras’ showed up with George (and now my dad’s) parents in tow taking the choice out of his hands. Jaebea and I asked to be excused and by the time we got to our room, their daughter was right behind us.
It’s a year later and whatever was discussed at that breakfast table I have no idea. For Ofosua, Jaebea and I though those two hours waiting for our parents and grandparents to finish their discussion was the beginning of an awesome friendship; especially since she and Jaebea are roughly the same age. Now they spend most evenings Skyping with each other about who knows what. My parents and the other Ahenkoras are thick as thieves, leaving me with the grandparents. So I connive with them from time to time and this year alone I’ve traveled far more times than my parents would have ever agreed to. In the end, I may not have had a party for my 21st but I got to add five more people to my family and really, what more could a girl want?!