The happenings

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Ever since I could remember I was alone going nowhere, doing nothing to change my fait, that all changed when I met him

Amelia
I rouse from my bed as I do everyday, put my glasses on and trudged into the kitchen, to where mother was making breakfast.

"Morning" she smiled. "Morning" I yawned. "I see you didn't get much sleep last night, reading fairytales again" she laughed softly. "You could say that" I said leaning on the table.

"Lia I've been meaning to tell you something, and I know this is going to come as a very big shock to you" mum said. "What's that" I asked curiously.

She set down what she was doing and sat at the table taking my hand with her soft one. "I should of told you sooner but I didn't have the heart, I'm not your mother, I'm your foster mother, now don't be alarmed I still love you with all my heart" she said squeezing my hand.

I looked up at her with teary eyes "ok....ok it's just set in, but if your my foster mother where are my real parents" I asked. "I don't know all I know of that your dad lives in America and that your real mum died" she explained, I nodded wiping my tears.

'My life has been a lie the woman who took care of me all these years, who.... who I thought was my mother isn't' I thought.

"Wait here ok I want to show you something" she said walking off into the next room. Before returning with a white laisy box. With something in scripted on it.

To my darling daughter Ameila, soon one day we will be reunited.
~your father.

"The holding house, where I got you from said a man with eyes just like yours and hair, dropped little baby you off before telling them to not let anyone open it apart from you, when you were old enough" she explained lightly pushing the box towards me.

I took it pulling it more towards me. I ran my hand up it's silky exterior, as I opened it, carefully.

Could this be answer or a question....