Complicated

Chapter twenty three(Part two)

Recap..

"Given a chance, would you like to reach out to that person and wish them, sir?" I asked, trying to make a conversation.

He smiled almost instantly and his eyes lit up. Ayla grinned and they both nodded.

I looked at Phoenix and prompted him that I would take it from there and I would talk to them. He nodded knowingly. Eloise, him, Mom and dad stepped back so that I could sit right in front of them.

"We'd love to." Parker replied.

I took a deep breath in and looked into Parker's eyes. And then into Ayla's eyes.

I smiled minimally.

"Well, you just wished her. And she's right in front of you."

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My heart stopped. 

Parker's lips parted, as if there was something he wanted to say but it stopped there. Ayla had a blank look on her face.

And me? Oh don't even get me started on that. Because I felt like as if I was out of breath, under the water, struggling to reach the surface. At the same time, I somewhat felt relieved that I wasn't scared anymore to face my biological parents.

They had nothing to say. Like Phoenix had told me earlier, they couldn't recognize me in the first go(of course, they hadn't seen me since I was an year old, duh!), they were at a loss of words.

Actually, I was slowly framing my speech in my mind. It had started to feel good.

"Its me, Lilac, Mom and Dad. Its me."

There, I had finally said it. 

They took me all in. I had worn a lavender(cliché, I know) sleeveless top and paired it with black denim shorts and black converse. I had gotten a haircut the previous day, which was why my hair was not longer than my collar bone and it was perfectly layered.

I took them all in as well. I looked so much like Parker. The same chestnut brown eyes, the same cheekbones and the same complexion. My nose? It was from Ayla.

"I-its you. Its really you." Ayla mumbled, being the first one to recover from the shock.

"Yes, Mom. Its me. Your daughter. Your biological daughter." I spit it out, sounding a bit rude.

But I didn't mean it to come out that way.

"Lilac? You?" Parker recognized me seconds later, equally shocked.

"Yes, Dad. Hard to believe, isn't it?" I questioned him in a cool tone.

Minutes ago, I was trying my level best to not break down and crumble to the ground and then, out of nowhere, I had gathered all the courage to sit right in front of them and tell them that I was their daughter.

"You have something to say, Mom and Dad?" I asked and even before they replied, I continued.

"But I have a lot to say. I read the letter you'd left for me. For starters, I was actually so clueless when I met you both a few minutes ago. But now I'm pretty okay to have this conversation with you both. Didn't you find it strange to be addressed as 'Mom and dad' from the one whom you practically abandoned and left at the foster home? I don't know about how you felt but I felt really, really strange to call my role models as Mom and Dad. I am not disappointed that you weren't able to raise me. I am not upset that I set my foot in this world. I'm happy that I was born. Maybe I wasn't meant to be raised by you. But somewhere, in the corner of my heart, I wished that you raised me."