Sometimes, a person believes he knows someone better than anyone else and that he can imagine what's inside his mind and the way he thinks, but truth is, nobody can know a person better than himself. It is always the unexpected that happens, and it is always the times we were wrong that holds us back in some situations.
I always thought I knew Linda more than anyone else, but turns out I was way too far of it.
I mean, I lived with her more than anyone else; she raised me and made sure I was growing up well, and I always paid attention to her.
I know when she wakes up in the morning and when she sleeps at night, I know her routine every day, I know her bedtime stories and I know the taste of her cranberry pie. I thought that living with her every day for the past 15 years was enough for me to know the way she thinks and to know what's in her mind, but I was wrong, because I believed that somehow, a person can fully know something.
You can never ever really know what's inside someone else even if you know him very well.
I was looking at two pictures in my hand, one, in the left hand, stands two little girls, and another in the right hand, a woman I call my mother and the same two little girls.
The brunette with the light hazel eyes is me, I'm sure it's me, but I it's the other girl I can't recognize, and she's not even familiar.
Let's see, she's not my sister that's for sure, and not one of the group, so who is she?
Oh, I know the right person to ask.
I wore my clothes and took my cellphone and dialed the number. She answered after the second ring
"hello"
"good morning Pascal, I'm sorry for bothering you with another call"
"oh Angelina, no sweety go ahead what do you need?"
"I need to ask a question if you don't mind"
"of course I don't mind, go ahead"
"no I can't do that on the phone" I said while looking at the pictures.
I took the keys and drove the car to the address Pascal passed me on the phone.
When I arrived, I parked my vehicle and stood in front of her porch. I was about to knock when suddenly the door opens.
"Hi, come on in" said Pascal while smiling as usual. She waved her hand to let me know I'm welcomed so I took a step forward. She was wearing a shirt with this red-orange color and black pants with matching boots.
"have a seat" she said
"thank you" I went inside the living room and sat on the big sofa while Pascal set on the opposite solo couch
"So..." she said which made me realize it's time for my question
"there's... ummm... I found these pictures in Linda's room and her old house, and..." I handed her the picture pointing "there's a girl standing beside me"
"aha, oh yes I see" she smiled a bit not moving her eyes of the pictures
"what, what do you see?" I asked curious wondering if she found out what's my next question will be
"see, this is you after the car accident in 3 weeks" she pointed to the brunette in the pictures
"there, your hand was hurt, and there were two scars on your back but there not shown in the pictures"
holly cow, how did she found out about the scares?!
"How do you know about them?"
"I was there with Linda all along, but she never told me she was raising you till you decided to move to New York for studies"
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