Bloganuary Daily Prompt for January 8, 2023: How far back in your family tree can you go?
“Did you ever know your grandparents?” Jonah asked Kiana one morning.
“You mean my birth grandparents?” she replied.
“Well, I suppose I may have met my birth grandparents, though I don’t remember. I wasn’t even two when my parents died. Sometimes I wonder why my birth grandparents never took me in, or uncles or aunts, either.”
“But you were happy with Case and Ira,” Jonah added.
“Oh, of course! I think it worked out for the best. I mean, I couldn’t have had a better person to bring me up than Case. It’s just that I wonder, you know? I think there were family in Henford-on-Bagley. On a farm. That would’ve been interesting.”
“What about Case’s parents? Or Ira’s?”
“They were both somewhat estranged. Case never really talked about his family, actually. Ira did, sometimes. They lived here, in San Myshuno, but I never met them. They never visited, and neither did we.”
“Do you feel like you missed out, not knowing your grandparents?”
“Gosh,” Kiana replied. “I never really thought about it. I guess maybe I did. Now, being older myself, I think it would’ve been nice to have known some older people, I mean more than just our friends. Role models, you know.”
“You often talk about how you wish I’d known Case,” Jonah said. “I almost feel like I do know him, with all your stories about him and Ira. I think it would’ve been fun to tease him. Do you know anything about my family? My birth family?”
“No,” said Kiana. “I checked. I wanted to be able to share your family with you when you asked. But the case worker said the files were closed. That happens sometimes.”
“It’s for the best,” Jonah said. “I have my own memories of my early years, and they’re not that great. For me, life started when I came here. I like so say to myself, ‘I was born here.’ That’s how it feels!”
Kiana had fallen silent, thinking of her own parents who died so young, of Case and Ira, who never got to meet Jonah, of Brett, so recently passed. So many of us are orphaned in so many ways.
“So, I’ve been thinking,” Jonah said, washing up the breakfast dishes, “it sure would be nice if any child I adopted got to know his or her grandparent.”
Kiana let the comment pass for the time being. But later, she followed Jonah upstairs, where he was working on his term paper.
“Were you serious with that comment?” she asked. “Are you really thinking about adopting?”
“Yeah,” he replied. “It feels like our family tradition. Our legacy. It’s a paying-forward, paying-back kind of thing. I’ve always thought I’d adopt. It’s just recently, I’m feeling like I don’t want to wait too long. I want my kid to know you.”