Mysteries in life are a part and parcel of life
Some enjoyable
some very unnerving,
The ones I like are the small mysteries that are a source of joy,
Like when my wife was preg. I wanted to keep away from finding out the sex of the baby, I would love it anyways,
My anniversary gift to my wife, or where did the hundred bucks vanish from my wallet while I was at home, I feel like cracking these with humour. they spice up my life.
What unnerves me are those that I cant find a logical solution to and that which eludes rationale.
Like about some eight years ago, I found a three days old baby in a garbage bin, when I was leaving for my work at 5.30 in the morning, I was perplexed when I heard the cries, I peeped in n OMG, that was a little three or four day old girl baby, I carried it home, Called my work place and excused myself off. reported the incident to the kids, I happen to know most of my neighbours, I kept the girl, no one claimed her, I adopted her, She is in her second grade now, Beautiful, Intelligent and a source of joy to the family,I Love her like mad, I tried to figure out who she might have looked like in my neighbourhood, I gave up, I checked thru a private detective the most probable girls that could be the mother of this kid, None came close, now I have just given up,
To the little child, there isnt a mystery, I named her Lily, A flower outta the swamps, She is one no doubt,
Now the only thing that troubles me and my wife is what if some one some day comes around and says hey, thats my kid.
The mystery will be solved, I will be shattered and so will My little lily,
Some mysteries are best left Unsolved.