My mom was...like a myth for me.
Some people told me she was a great woman who fell during her fly. Some told me she was a loser from the start and that she never was destined to live a long happy life. These were the bad ones.
I never knew her name. Only her number. Patient 98, I presumed. She was like a hole in my life. If I didn't know how people make babies I would probably think she was invented. That I never had a mom.
I received a picture of her when I was eight. That photo never leave me now. It's a portrait of her two month before my birth. She standing right, her head a little bit inclined, a white nude wall behind her. She's not smiling. She probably doesn't have any reason to do such a thing.
The photo is in monochrome (black and white with touches of different types of grey), so I can't see the color of her eyes and skin and hair.
I assumed we had the same blue eyes. But she might have clean brown hair. I'm blonde with some touches of brown. As for the skin, it probably was a warm, rose skin.
I miss her so much.
My dad now.
That son of a...sorry.
I don't know much about him but all the stories are the same : he met my mom very young, her « problems » came up and he left her. Of course. No one would like to be with a crazy girl huh ? The truth is he never really loved her. The thing is that she was pregnant. He never knew I came to birth and, now that I am invisible, he will probably never know.
I don't think I have a tiny piece of his DNA in my blood. I'm a self portrait of my mother. But what about my comportment and character ?
I don't know. Could it be in someone's genes to be fake all his life ?
I highly doubt of that.
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RomancePatient 99. She was born in a sanatorium. She came from orphanages to orphanages. As soon as she could she left these places of false hope. She creates herself names, lives, job, money. She is Ashley Gordon, student living in a flat with her boyfr...
