Third Devil Tears

Forgotten

Whenever a person or a loved one dies, we always hear the saying, 'gone but never forgotten'. But, do we really sit down and think; what does that truly mean? Do we really never forget them? Does their memory truly live on within us? Do we think about them every waking moment of our lives? Will they forever be remembered?

I was forgotten.

Never to be remembered nor looked for.

I was just a faded away memory, in everyone's mind.

My own flesh and bloods, do not remember me. Or even thought about looking for me. Because in every single photo, that was last seen with my mother in it; she was pregnant with me. In every single one of those photos, I had at least one other family member present; including my father.

Why didn't they look for me? Why didn't they visit...

This was the same house that both my mother and father lived in before I was born. So, it was not like my father changed our address or we moved because we didn't. It was their choice for not wanting to see me nor my father.

Maybe I was the problem.

Maybe they also thought that I intentionally killed my mother and ruined my father. But, why would they think that? I was just a baby, an infant.

I found out where my mother's parents lived. In fact they live really close to us, just three hours away. The question that lingers in my head is why?

 If they have always lived so close to us all this time, why didn't they make themselves known to me. It confuses me to no end but, I will make sure that I receive all my answers; to my persistent questions.

I was going to confront my mothers parents. I have questions that they had answers to.
I was not going to pursue my fathers parents because if they were anything like him, then they would surely be snarky and rude to me; in ways I could not even imagine.

I first needed to find out how I was going to get to my destination. I needed to word the questions that I wanted to ask properly. I also needed to think of how am I going to first approach the situation.

 
I don't want to just show up there and it being all for nothing; all because I didn't think it through before going.

I am hoping that they have a reasonable explanation as to why I have never met them. I am also praying to God, that they would be excited to meet me; as I am curious to meet them.

I really hope that this would not be a waste of a trip nor would I be embarrassed when I get there. I do not know how they would react, so I need to keep my guard up.

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My father has yet to find out that I have the photo that I took, the films and the phone book. I guess I do not have all bad luck 🍀 with me.

I also wanted to find a way to get into the guest room. What is he really hiding in there, that he himself does not even dare to enter?

Could it be something that I could find useful in the near future? Is it something promising?

I need to find that damn key.

The only place I know he would keep the key to that room is in his bedroom. But where in his bedroom exactly?

Where could he have hidden it...

Surely he knows that one day, I might of started to look for it. That's why he hid it, else he would of left it in the open.

I spent all day looking for that damn key and no such luck. I am starting to get irritated because where could he have possibly hid it?