The hidden Truth

It all started 2 years ago , back when i still lived in aunt Kelly's house.  I finally turned 18 and it was time for me to move out from that dreadful place.

Aunt kelly handed me a letter written by my mother before she passed away , she told me that my mother would have wanted me to read it when i turned 18.  I carefully opened the letter trying not to rip it.

Dear Oliver,

There are so many things I wanted to tell you but couldn't find the right time , your family has secrets just like every other family but you need to know that everything i did was to keep you safe.

I am deeply sorry for what I am about to tell you , I don't know how to say this but I am not your birth mom . I always have thought of you as my own but I can't escape the truth.

All I know is that your birth mother's name is Beatrice Baudelaire and she works at a bank in London. I hope you find her. Happy 18th Birthday son.

Love,                                                                  
Mom.

I was speechless , different emotions were attacking me at the same time. I felt vulnerable ,my whole life has been a lie .I grabbed my bags waved goodbye to Aunt Kelly and headed to my new apartment.I spent the rest of my time wondering if I should go looking for my birth mother.

After a few hours of debating with myself I finally decided to go to London and search for my mother. I booked a flight and I was ready to leave the next morning.

A couple of weeks passed in London and I still haven't found my mother , I went to almost every bank in the city asking for Beatrice Baudelaire and no one seemed to know her. I was beginning to give up until I saw another bank and I just had to give it a try .

The bank was triple the size of my apartment .
I walked over to the front desk to ask if anyone knew a woman named Beatrice Baudelaire but as I looked at the guy who worked there I realized he looked a lot like me which was creepy and strange.

"Can I help you? " he asked
"Yes, I was wondering if you knew a woman named Beatrice Baudelaire "
"Yes, Beatrice used to work here" He responded.
"Why doesn't she work here any more? " I asked.
"My mother passed away a year ago" the guy at the front desk said.
"Beatrice is your mother !" I asked practically yelling.
"Yes "

Beatrice is his mother ! It can't be.

"I am sorry but who are you? " he asked in confusion.
" My name is Oliver and I think we are brothers...."