Lost Paradise [Ongoing Book 2]

Nine

 Rinaka Gishu sat across the small table, we were in his main home located in Seoul. To my left were some files, which he had on myself. Rin my adopted father, knew my actual father. Which to Rins' left sat a man who was raggedy looking, had wine red hair, and thick glasses I couldn't see through when the light hit them. But he never looked up while I was looking in his direction. He looked like a homeless man dressed in a laboratory coat.



First upon hearing it, I was highly displeased, but he explained the man that raised me, abused me. Wasn't my father. He was my uncle, my father during my birth had to fly back to America for a short job meeting and was promised to be able to return by the time I was born. Yet three flights in a row were delayed then rescheduled just right before his company extended a research project that needed him to be the head of there. During my birth and three years following, he was trapped in America working on a project. Then the same story I did hear when I was younger, at the age of three my mother died in a car accident. Which since the only person with my the same blood as me in Korea was my uncle, he was given custody. Which he would lie to my younger self and others saying he was actually my father even having us move locations for 'a new start' Which him being my father. I believed, and would still believe if there weren't these documents My fingers grazed over the documents which some were DNA tests, some were files, some were letters which I recognized as similar ones I found in the back room of beach building. Supposedly after I ran away my actual father finally traced down my uncle. Only for my uncle to cause my actual father make him believe I was dead. This sent my birth father into a deep depression, burying himself in scientific work. Which oddly intertwined him to Rin, Smith Everly a person with a mind which was beyond his years, became under the payroll of Rin. Years pass then Rin met me as his worker in a factory. Noticed similarities and took a fatherly role while I worked. Later he admitted the time he showed up at the school festival when he spent money for others to date me. Without my permission, took a sample of my hair for DNA and had it cross tested with Smiths DNA. Smith who was already mentally broken when it came to emotions, it took a week to comprehend his child was alive, and then to be absolutely positive. Took about three months to solidify DNA test after DNA test. After said months was the same timeframe Rin had pushed for adoption papers to take legal custody away from my uncle and adopted me. 

It was much to take in with just a single sitting, yet it seemed like my life was nothing but erratic sudden developments which had gotten me accustomed to getting quickly adjusted to newer situations. I looked in the direction of the guy who was broke out in a cold sweat, he oddly looked like my 'uncle' who abused me. But was much more scrawny and over all gave cousin David vibes, Rin stood coughing into his fist "I'll step out so you two can get acquainted" the man in a laboratory coat looked worriedly at the retreating form of Rin as the door shut. It was an awkward  few minutes till I spoke up "So you wrote the letters to 'Amira' right?" his head shot up and I locked eyes, his eye color was just like my very odd pinks ones. Does this mean I got my genes from him? He nodded "a-amira was the original name we wanted to name you. It was commonly used for meaning of Love, affections, and even princess in other countries. That is what we have thought of you. Our lovely princess. Last minute after your birth, your mother named you angel and said it was because your genetics you have received from me-" I looked at him fiddle with his lab coat, in his letters he mentioned not easily able to talk to others but could ramble "-we would talk over video and calls all the time we have the chance. We would call you amira, and when you could speak from the early age of two, not fluently may I add, but some legible speech was there. Your mother informed me that even with your lack of legible speech, for you to be talking as young as two in the way you did, would mean you would have a higher IQ-" I looked at him, and I'd hate to cut in to tell him I had very normal IQ for a girl my age. In his eyes, that'd probably meant I'm dumb "-you could pick up on many things around you, responding to 'Amira' or 'Angel' and your mother mentioned you had Imaginary friends which are a psychological and social phenomenon where a friendship or other interpersonal relationship takes place in the imagination rather than physical reality, and you had that at such a young age which meant statistically you would be more creative! Yet you would always say your friends were only there when you were asleep or in a deep rest" I really wanted to tell him my brain was as normal as a girl my age could get, but he seemed to like rambling about the past so I could do nothing but listen and nod occasionally.