Chapter 5

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If I was really Aunt Hilda's daughter then she wouldn't be so mean..none of this holds water. I must really find out if she's my real mother or not. I go through the box one more time..and as I'm doing this I hear some footsteps, it must be Aunt Hilda. I quickly run behind an old painting of grandpa and then I see a small box, I pick it up then I hear some murmurs. I shift my ear closer and then I hear her say the most horrifying things," Hello, Emiliano..mil...like I used to call you when you were a child.. and then you betrayed me! At this point I was getting scared because her tone changed. " I tried to kill you when you were one..I failed so I will take my chances now that you are 16!"
What! Kill me? Why? I quickly run out of the attic straight to my room with the box I had found in the attic earlier.. It contained some antiquated items and...my birth certificate!!
I gaze slowly at it.. and see my baby pictures just like the one I see in my real mom's house..Name: Adrienne Delarosa...hey, my name is Emiliano! Age: (hold up!, This isn't a birth certificate, it's an adoption form.)I wasn't born by Hilda(hallelujah). Mum, never told me that I was adopted..in fact they made me feel home..but at some point in my head I always heard this strange voice..it seemed so familiar.."Mil honey, time for dinner, momma's favourite...."  I have never seemed to remember what the last word was..it never just came.

"Emiliano! Emiliano!" Aunt Hilda called like I was 20 miles away..I quickly ran to the kitchen and as I was about to take my meal..That name slipped off her lips.."Mil, how-" she was cut off by herself as the put her hand over her lips and asked me out of the kitchen .On my way up, I slipped and I broke one of Rolanda's hula-hoops, " I am so finished ,what am I going to do!" I quickly ran up to my room and wondered if Aunt Hilda was really my mum but then-
What did I do to Aunt Hilda? This was going through my head until my concentration was lost until I looked up and saw Rolanda holding a knife towards my head!

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