C4kFoundation.org – Call me Elizabeth. I’m a 20-something-year-old woman. My life is a roller coaster. In this platform, I will share snippets of my life story.

My dad passed away when I was 13. I was daddy’s little princess, with three older brothers. Yes, I am the youngest one, and the only girl in the family of 6.

My dad was a successful businessman. He was the founder of a pretty massive industrial company. We lived such lavish lives. My brothers and I, we had everything we wanted. Thanks to our dad’s hard work.

My mum was a typical housewife. She never had many friends; her only friend was her family; her brothers and sisters. I never had any chance to ask her why she never had friends. No, she’s still alive, but I’m working overseas. I rarely called her, and if I did, we just talked a little about this and that, and she hung up the call.

Anyway, let’s go back when I was still a little brat. Even when I was still a kid, I knew there is something wrong with my relationship with my mum. I felt it — the difference between her love for my brothers and… for me.

My dad, on the other hand, I was his dearest. I was daddy’s little princess; he loved me unconditionally.

I was treated like a princess, literally. I wasn’t spoiled, no, but I had my moments. What I meant by treated like a princess was that he couldn’t leave me alone. And he gave me everything that I wanted – even if I didn’t ask. He knew.

I loved my dad too much. They are right when they say “A daughter’s first love is her dad”. There was this vast discrepancy if you want to talk about how I loved my dad and my mum.

The Passing Of My Dad

Hit me like a bomb. I was just about to go to school when I heard that he was in a critical condition. That he might not make it in a few hours.

I ran.

I went to the ICU. I looked at him. Laying lifeless in a hospital bed with life support everywhere. All those tools. I can still remember it vividly. I wanted to stop breathing.

I was 13. I hated God. I hated everything.

My dad was my console; he was my hero.

Cancer took him away from me. God took him away from me.

He had leukaemia. For 18 years, he had had cancer. I applaud him. He was the strongest man I know.

Now I regret that I took my dad for granted. I regret that until he passed away, I didn’t have the chance to make him proud, to make him happy.

He didn’t have the chance to see how I become successful. Why is time so limited?

For years I haven’t been able to get over his passing. I’m still not over it. I don’t believe that I could.

He didn’t deserve this.

I’m disappointed with myself, although I was still a kid back then. But I should’ve known better. People always told me that I was a bit too mature for my age.

What they didn’t know is that I have been struggling with myself. I have been battling with my own demons for years.

Uncover Everything

I was only 16 when I found out that I’m not their child. Nope, my birth mother sold me when I was still in her womb. Fantastic news! I thought “So this is why mum never really loved me in the first place.”

I found out that my dad had always wanted a daughter. But mum couldn’t give him that. Hence, when the opportunity came, he took it.

My birth mother? She was a prostitute before she was the other woman in my biological dad’s life. He was an expatriate, and he had a family in his native country. Well, you get the picture.

Knowing this truth, all of a sudden made me realise a lot of things; how God works in my life, how He made my life better. If I weren’t ‘adopted’, I wouldn’t be living this lavish life. I wouldn’t have a dad who loved me a little too much.

To My Parents Who Didn’t Want Me

Thank you for not wanting me.

To my birth mother, thank you for giving birth so that I can live now.

To my biological father, thank you for knocking up my birth mother and left her behind.

To my birth mother, thank you for selling me off to my parents. I wouldn’t be me if you didn’t do what you did.

You might not realise, but you did contribute to shaping my future.

I am thankful. If you didn’t do whatever you did to me back then, I would not be successful. I wouldn’t have a great career ahead of me, and I wouldn’t be able to enter one of the best universities in my country. I wouldn’t be who I am now if you didn’t do it.