The dramas of life, translated…
Working in the DNA testing centers, I’d come across an assortment of reasons why people wanted to get DNA tests. A college student who’d just turned eighteen, How and an older woman came together, and asked to get a paternity test, that seemingly mild mannered woman had the same features as How, their eyebrows are almost exact too, and, I subconsciously guessed, that there was an alternative use for them asking for the paternity test, but the reason that How told me had, tipped over my guess.
As an only child, How came from a well-to-do family, his father who works in business cared a lot about him, but he was often away; her mother didn’t need to work at all, dressed herself up really well every day, and just went shopping a lot. How had wondered about his relationship with his own mother because his mother never asked him about his school performances, and even as when he tested into university, she’d not discussed which majors he should consider with him; his mother’s coldness toward him made him upset, plus in the past around the New Year’s, he’d always heard of his relatives talked about his father’s cheating on his mother in the past. At first, How didn’t pay it any heed, but the stresses from his exams shattered his guards, and it’d made him rationalized about his own mother’s aloofness toward him.
the tests for DNA matches, photo from online…
As he’d brought in the toothbrush and hair without his mother’s knowledge, How didn’t look at all like a freshman in college who SHOULD enjoy his new life. The woman who’s come in with him was said to be a maid that they had at home, she’d followed How away in silence. But later that evening, the woman showed up at the DNA testing center, said she’d wanted to “switch the sample”.
As I had heard, I’d had some suspicions. But because she wasn’t the one who’d asked for the DNA test in the first place, I’d planned to call How up, and that was when the woman was, forced to tell the truth.
Turns out, just as my instinct told me, the woman WAS How’s birthmother. But because the marriage of How’s father and his original wife was an arranged business deal, How’s father couldn’t divorce, and give the woman a rightful name; because How’s father’s wife had difficulties getting pregnant, and so, How’s father’s made the decision of adopting his own son. I’m sure, that this woman must’ve felt taken too, she was sent abroad for a couple of years, then, come back to work as a household maid, just so she can, see her own son every day; and thankfully, the man’s wife didn’t find out, otherwise, the whole thing would be, blown, out of proportion.
I’d told the woman, that I couldn’t switch the samples, she’d started crying. Seeing how she’d left the clinic, there was, nothing I can do, even IF I’d, wanted to, help her out. The next day, the woman came in again, said that she’d needed to get the paternity test for her and How. It’s another business deal, and I couldn’t, say no, even as from our conversations, I’d understood, that she’d wanted to, mix up the results, to confuse How, but, that’s not anything that should, concern me now.
test for paternity, photo from online still…
After I’d completed these two DNA tests, I started wondering, what, exactly is happiness? The birthmother’s giving up her own status for the sake of her own son, but the son became troubled, for not feeling the maternal love; and even AS the birthmother had traded all of it with her own happiness, is that considered happiness? But, from an alternative angle, there are the families that crashed due to poverty, and so, it’s, truly hard, for people unrelat4ed to judge the matter as right or wrong.
There are two strands of DNA, one from the father, the other, from the mother, and, the link between the two helixes, are what makes each and every child in the world unique, like no other. The paternity test is merely the standardizing of the relationships of the mother and the father to the child, nothing more, it’s no guarantee, as the happiness of the child.
For how, the DNA test was his ticket to the gates of his own happiness, he’d needed proof for himself, to tell himself, that he’d not needed to seek out console in his own mother’s cold glares. He’s a child who chose to move forward, and brave too, I’m sure, that no matter what, even IF he didn’t find out who his birthmother was, he’ll carry forth with that bravery, and face ALL the difficulties that come his way. And, thinking about how he’d looked, entering into the DNA test off, I was, lost in thought.
So, once again, it’s still the ADULT’s faults, that this young man is now, living with, and, because the family is way too complex, there are multiple parties involved in this matter, the birthmother of this young man asked the worker at the DNA testing office to not tell her own son the truth, but, it wouldn’t be morally right, to NOT tell this young man who wanted to find out where he came from lies about his own coming into being.
Life, the Obstacle Course 