"holy shit" khalid stared at me like i had 3 heads as i finished off telling him what just happened. the tears continued to fall and i bit my lip nervously, twiddling my fingers "i don't know what to do, when i found out i just ran out of there. i felt like my entire life was a lie.."
he pulled me into his arms and rubbed circles on my back in attempt to comfort me. he hesitated for a second before speaking up, "i think you should head back and let him explain.. yeah they kept this secret from you for nearly your whole life but they took care of you. nurtured you. treated you like their own child. they are your mom and dad regardless of if they're your birth parents or not".
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the door slightly squeaked as i closed it, i passed my dad and aunt who were passed out in the living room. tip toeing my way to the staircase but stopping midway, turning on my heels towards the living room and picking up the black box that was placed on the coffee table. catching a glimpse of the peace on my dads face before quietly making my way upstairs, skipping the third and sixth step knowing that it creaked.
it was half past midnight and the house was quiet besides the faint sound of passing cars. i sat at the edge my bed shuffling through the stacks of letters and photographs. i sat there for hours, eyes scanning the cursive that was written in black ink. soaking in the words written a decade ago before the fearful passage of my mother's death. reading the stories of her youth, my birth mother, and me.
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emersoncarter: february 16, 2018 1:57am as i sit in my childhood bedroom, staring at the white walls, i can't help but wonder what life would be like if i knew back then what i know now. how much different it would be. don't get me wrong, i'm so insanely grateful for the life i have but the curiosity pokes at me. what would the world look like if i saw it from a different set of eyes? if i stayed with certain people or if chose to stick with what i wanted instead of being controlled by other people's gazes, what could've inspired me and sparked my thought process. what would've happened if i walked left instead of right? could i have possibly ran in to the love of my life? it blows my mind how every decision you ever made has resulted in you to be exactly where you are right now. if even the smallest thing in your past was done differently, your entire life would be a completely new story to tell.
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