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As we sit around the table eating chili, I can't help wondering who that boy was. How did he get in my room? How did he disappear? Is he a illusion? Am I related?
"Alisha? Hello? Are you in here?"
"Yes, mother?"
"Welcome back to earth, AstroShami."
Once we finish lunch, I ask,"Mother, Fudda, were am I from?" And as usual, they go silent. I walk upstairs to look at the letter. It said:
Alisha,
This is your true parents.
We have a lot to say, but
So little time. Meet you at
9:00 pm!
Love, your true
Parents
So little time? Nine pm? Why? I can ask later. But I know one thing:
I have weird birth parents.

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