(A 1/2 a year ago)
I just turned 14 and I was staring in the mirror trying to see if I looked just a little like my Mom. The answer not at all, she has red hair that she curls and I have brown curly hair. Her skin color is white my skin color is brown. There is no similarities. Maybe attitude wise but nothing else. So I guess I have more genes from the Father I never met. My Mom told me as soon as she told my Father she was pregnant with me, he said he wanted nothing to do with the pregnancy, her, or the baby aka me. So she gave him one of the two sonogram pictures then left. Never to see him again. Not having a Father didn't affect me as much as you'd think. Yes there were times I wished I had a Father, like for Father Daughter Dances and more. But Mom did a good a good job for being on her own. Right then mom came up to me and said,"What are you doing?" I told her that I was looking to see if we looked anything alike. Then I asked her what my Father looked like, but every time she says he looks just like me. There's always a certain look she gets when I ask about my Father and I just know she's hiding something from me. And I'm going to figure out what it is.
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Stolen Birthright
Teen FictionHave you ever thought the real you wasn't the real you? Well I did and I was right. The woman I called Mom for 14 1/2 years wasn't my real Mom. You know what I'm getting ahead of myself, let's take this story back a 1/2 a year ago.
