Sitting in the bathtub I start thinking about how great his mom must have been, and how many hearts she touched with her music. It takes a lot to be famous and to also have a family. You have to worry about keeping your family's identities a secret and also keeping your private life away from the media. I wonder how she passed but asking would be too personal. I drain the water from the porcelain white tub and put on the pink silk robe lined with warm and fuzzy material on the inside.
I step back into the room and take a look at everything. I look on the dresser and I find baby pictures and silhouettes of a singer in a big puffy dress. I am assuming that is his mother, but it could be an inspirational picture. I continue looking around the room a bit. I look at the vanity and the drawers. They are completely stocked with makeup items and brushes.
One thing that I noticed is that instead of the makeup being plain white, it was brown like the color of my skin. I pick one of the bottles of foundation up and see that it is the same one my mom used to use. As I am turning the bottle, I accidentally drop it on the floor. Luckily the floor is carpeted so nothing breaks. But when I go down to pick it up, I notice a small piece of paper up underneath the leg of the vanity.
I raise it a bit and pull it from up underneath. I flip it over to see what it was, and when I saw it, I had no words. The hair, the eyes, the skin? Everything was the same! even down to the necklace. This was the first picture I saw of my mom happy ever since being with dad. I couldn't believe how beautiful she looked. How the gold dress made her skin glow brighter than the spotlights. She looked like a princess.
"Nah. There is NO WAY that HE! Is MY BROTHER!"
"What are you doing with that?" I turn around to see him standing at the door.
"If anything, I should be asking you the questions! Why the heck was a picture of MY MOTHER in this room, and why was it on the floor?"
"Your mother? She was MY mother way before she even met your dad." He comes over and takes the picture from my hands.
"I took this picture of her at the last concert she ever did. She was so happy that night that I wanted to capture the moment forever."
I'm speechless. Not a word comes out of my mouth. All I can do is stare at him in shock. I thought I was the only child for so long. For years I asked for siblings, but my prayers were never answered, until now. Here he is, standing right in front of me. We look so different, but we come from the same family.
"Your dad treated me like his real son. It felt like I had one for a while but then one day he just left. He left mom pregnant with you and left me without saying a word. We didn't hear from him for months, then one morning while I was getting ready for school, the news was on...
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Today on channel 9 news we report a dead body found in the Han River this morning at noon. The victim is reported to be the missing victim from five months ago. African American male Cory Cordgy was reported dead on the scene. First responders rule the cause of death as a suicide saying that the injuries are from falling sixty feet into the cold water. He is being taken to the hospital for examination next up we have...
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"He committed suicide. A note was found in a motel not far from the bridge. I didn't go to school that day. Or for the rest of the year, I became depressed and once even tried to take my own life. I was sent to a mental hospital after that. Mom didn't take it well either. She started buying drugs and quit her life as an opera singer. News reports about her came to the surface and they all completely bashed her name. She met your 'dad' when I was well off into college. He was always such a bad person to her. He was so manipulative and would constantly say how he was the only person who would ever love a druggie like her. Then one day I get a call from the police saying that she was hit by a drunk driver crossing while she crossed the street. She was dead on impact."
Tears roll down his face as he looks at the small picture. I can't believe I never knew. The white residue would always be on the counters and tables. All the times she came to sleep with me at night with tears in her eyes while dad had left with fire coming off his back. The bruises she said came from teaching a karate class even though she knew nothing about it.
How could I be so blind to my own mother's pain? She was suffering all alone and died all alone. She had such a bright smile every time she saw me, I thought everything was okay. I now start to cry. There is no way to turn back the time now but seeing as how I felt like I could have helped, maybe in the slightest way. I could have stopped her from leaving that day.
I wish I told her I loved her more. She was gone too quickly. I feel my knees shaking up underneath me. The room is spinning, and my vision is blurry. Then the room goes black.
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I'm Broken
RomanceA girl named Abby doesn't come from a wealthy family. Her mother passes away and her dad is a hardcore alcoholic. She is constantly being told everything is her fault and that she should have been the one to die. This takes effect on her terribly, b...
