My name is Violet,
this is my story about how my whole life was turned upside down by something I was told.
I was so upset that I decided to do something I shouldn't have.
What did I do? but more important... What was I told?
Find out by reading my...
I break our little hug session by asking a question,: "what happened?"
She hesitates for a second, she sighs... It's the best if I tell you. she answers: "Well..
This, of course, is the moment that a man comes running in. "Joana, Joana, what's wrong?? I heard something brea...."
"uhmm, sir? Who are you?", I ask. The man had fire truck-red hair, and grabbed the woman's hand.
"we are your.." RINGGGG, the phone.
"Oh, sorry dear I need to take this", says the man.
Of course this needs to happen to me now! They were going to tell me something important, I feel it in my bones. I walk towards the man and woman, still being busy with the phone call. "Ma'am, sir... who are you?" I ask. The man talks to his phone," I will call you back Steve."
He says:, "sweetheart, we are your birth parents.", "We have been looking for ever since the day someone yanked you out of your mother's arms."
Everything they said was a little bit muffed, I was wandering back and forth and eventually... I fainted.
I woke up with a lump in my throat, are they actually my birth parents? I recognize the room, it was the same room as I woke up in earlier. I decide to stay in bed for a while. I might as well describe my room: There is a clock in it, and a few beautiful paintings of a cute little baby. There is a name on one of the paintings, "Viana Lois ~ Violet." T...they must be my real parent, I never told anyone my full name. I didn't even tell you guys!!
Anyway, the painting is beautiful. A perfect little baby, peacefully in her father's hands. I'm not a 100 percent sure but it almost felt certain that the baby was me in the hands of the man downstairs. My father.. just a few months ago (which felt like days ago)I was happily living with my "parents". And now I am here, in the house of my birth parents, if I have to believe them...
It might be a plan to go downstairs now, because my back is hurting from constantly laying. While my little walk downstairs I see a few family pictures of a tiny little baby with red hair and her father and mother, you can definitely the similarities between me and the people who claim to be my parents. But I need to be sure somehow, I just can't seem to think of any possible way. There is always some creative solution in my head, I just don't seem to come up with one now. And it's annoying the crap out of me!
I am doubting EVERYTHING right now. My parents, all of them! Noah, myself! I am still not doubting food though..
Everything is spinning and turning in my head at the moment, it feels like I've been stung by hundreds of poisonous wasps and ants. I fall to my knees, gasping for air, desperately whispering for help. I am lucky that my "dad" heard me, he lifted me up carrying me to his car, I remember spacing out and waking up during the entire ride. The last thing I remember s the light of the ceiling from the hospital, after that.. everything went Black.
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to be continued...
what will happen next? will I be okay? are they actually my parents? who stole me?
