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「 twelve 」

CHAPTER TWELVE

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I didn't have time to pack my lunch yesterday like I usually do, but luckily Luke doesn't come until later, so I have enough time to make myself some lunch for school. While buttering the pieces of bread on the counter in front of me, I dance a little just to entertain myself and to pass time. My morning juice rests next to me, ready to grab when Luke arrives to pick me. Someone clearing their throat is heard from behind me and I immediately stop what I'm doing and turn around to see dad, leaning against the entrance to the kitchen.

"We need to talk." He simply says with his arms crossed against his chest. I know where this is going, but I wasn't ready for this. I knew that I couldn't ignore him forever, but a part of me had hoped that I would be able to get away with him, but clearly not. I just need more time.

"Can't we talk about this later?." I ask, mentally hoping for him to say yes or never, I'd be perfectly fine with never talking about this.

"you've ignored me every other time I've tried Faye, I have no other choice." He tells me as he sighs "look, I can't imagine how you feel, but ignoring me isn't the way to go about it." Dad says "I love you Faye, biologically or not, you'll always be my daughter and I hope that I'll always been your father." He finishes.

I feel tears fill my eyes "of course you'll always be my dad-." I begin "I just don't understand why you didn't tell me that I'm adopted sooner." I tell him. Throughout my life and as I got older, people always told me that I didn't look like my dad and I always told them that it's because I look like my absent mum, but of course that's a lie.

"I didn't know the right time, every time I tried I would look at your happy face and I couldn't ruin that for you, but I knew as you got older someone would tell you before I could and you needed to hear it from me and not some stranger." He explains and that makes sense, I just didn't want anymore lies.

Do you know my real parents?." I ask him. To be honest, I want to know who I look like, where my family comes from, where I'm from. I don't know anything anymore like I thought I did, my whole life is a lie and I have so many questions. One of them being who my real parents are.

Before dad can answer however, a honk erupts from outside. I sigh, knowing its Luke, just when I'm ready to talk about me being adopted, Luke has to come and interrupt without knowing he's doing it. I quickly grab some glad wrap and wrap up my freshly made sandwich before grabbing my juice.

"We'll talk about this later." Dad tells me and I nod my head in agreement before rushing out the door. Immediately, I'm hit with the cold weather; apparently it's suppose to be raining all week. I'm lucky that the raining hasn't started yet, but I already know that everyone is going to be covered in clothing just like I am.

I open the passenger's door and get inside. The warmth of the hot air flowing from the air conditioner hits and causes me to sigh in happiness and relief. The hot air dries my almost tears, having an emotional talk so early in the morning wasn't the greatest idea ever, I don't even know why I felt so emotional at the beginning of the talk. But I'm glad we talked about it.

Because in the end my dad is my dad, he took care of me my whole life and never abandoned me; he did everything for me and got everything for me. And he did it all by himself. I love him the same, but our relationship may need some work and that's okay because I'm willing to put in the work.

"Hey, you okay? You look like you're almost about to cry." Luke says as he starts the car and begins to drive toward the school. A chuckle escapes my lips, of course Luke would know; he knows everything considering we've known each other for years.

I nod my head "yea, I'm okay." I answer honestly.

I'm not ready for people to know that I'm adopted yet. I don't want people looking at me differently or talking behind my back, so I'm going to keep it to myself for awhile, but I'm starting to wrap my mind around it. I'm not pushing it back while telling myself that I'll wrap my head around it when I truly won't. Im not telling myself I'll talk to dad, but won't and now I have and we're talking about it later.

Maybe I'll find out who my real parents are. Maybe I'll find out where I'm from and who I am, but maybe I won't. At first I'll be disheartened by the fact, but in the end I'll know how I am today and that is the daughter to Daniel Reynolds who's the greatest dad I could ever ask for. My life may not be perfect as it once was, but I have people who love and care for me and as I do them.

I believe that everything will be okay, well I hope everything will be okay.