Take Note : It's All Different

1. An Invitation to Say Goodbye

Ever had absolutely everything changed in like a Day? Then everything seems to change even more dramatically in two days? And in one week you become a really confused person who feels like they are living in the middle of one massive lie?

All the my history projects were wrong. All my birth details were changed. My name isn't even Angel Jane Kalecon.

Everything is more than upside down.

It was Tuesday one week before now or ago however you prefer to put it. it was the 3rd of June. I received an invitation in the mail box. The envelope was addressed to Angel Jane Kalecon. But the second envelope inside was addressed to Angel Charlie Ambrose. I'd never been called that and so naturally I wasnt sure if it was mine or still for me. I strode myself into my parents bedroom where my mum was lying down reading. When I sat beside her she took it in her hand and read both envelopes before telling me that it was still addressed to me and that I had to open it. As soon as she answered me though she sent me out of her room and slammed the door behind me. The noise of the door hitting into the wood echoed amongst the hallway. As I walked it rung in my ears.

If it wasn't my name why was it still mine?

While I continued towards my bedroom I stared plainly at the envelope addressed to a girl with my first name and a different second and last name. I had never been referred to as Angel Charlie but I had heard whispers of the name Ambrose. I tried to retrace the name in my mind but I found nothing. Not a single voice I could match with the name. It wasn't unfamiliar but at the time I was sure it wasn't mine.

I say myself down on my bed and turned the envelope over and slowly and cautiously opened it. I slide out the nicely printed piece of card inside. It had a picture of a beautiful woman who smiled brightly with eyes of emerald green. I hadn't taken the time to notice the writing surrounding the picture. When i payed attention to it i realised it was an invitation for a funeral. It said 'You are invited to attend the service to commemorate the life of Julian Dionne Ambrose.'

Ambrose.

Commemorate.

Attend.

Me.

Me?

The card was pressed so that it had dints in the shapes of flowers and swirls to add to the beauty of the card that would have screamed death had it not been so pretty. A lot of effor had gone into making these and chosing all the features. Although she had only died two days ago according to the dates. I turned it over to view the other side. It had details of the church which was in a town just outside the city. It was a small town for its placement. I'd been there once but I hadn't seen a church. It was to be held on the 10th of June, at 11am.

There was more pictures of this lady on the other page. These pictures were older and probably more recent. One had a date which told me she was 92 years of age at passing. Her birthday being on the 7th of June which was still to come.

All of the writing on the card had so far been just printed onto the card. At the bottom of the page however a piece of paper was sticky taped to the bottom. I lifted it up to see that it opened to half an A4 page. When I began to read it I was almost too surprised to see what it said.

It went as follows.

Dear Angel,

I addressed two envelopes because I was unsure of how you called yourself or who you went by. You were born as Angel Charlie Ambrose but adopted and baptised under the name of Angel Jane Kalecon. I realise that you may not know what all of this means. I am also aware that this may be confronting but this lady is your grandmother. She had always wished to meet you before she passed but she died unexpectedly in her sleep and I could only wish for you to at least attend the ceremony on the 10th. I do understand if you do not want to attend but it would mean a lot to me if you did.

Kind Regards,

John Harold Ambrose.

Ambrose.

Grandmother.

Born.

Adopted.

Baptised.

John.

Adopted.

What?