I went to my mother house so I can have a quick chat with her. I just really want to get some things off my chest. I know I might be late for asking her this but its just something I need to know. I sat down on the couch. "Its so good to see you" she smiled "are you taking care of yourself?"
"Sure" I cleared my throat "I want to ask you a serious question. I don't want you beating around the bush or anything to give me a simple answer. "
"What is it sweetie" she asked smiling.
"Who is my father?" As I asked that I watched her facial expression. It was like I was seeing what was going on inside her chest. Her heart dropped.
"I don't know" she stood up "I just don't know" she began to cry and I held my head down "your mother gave you up for adoption when you were first born"
"So they didn't want me?" I stood up. I feel myself going into some sort of shock.
"America!" She yelled and I passed out. How could you keep something like that away from me for so long? that's crazy. Beyond crazy. I don't know what to think right now. All I know is I won't forgive them ever again.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE; I made this chapter so short cause I have writers block. But check out my new story I am working on called "Anonymous" thank you! Stay tuned!!
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America
ChickLitAmerica and DaMarco was bestfriends, that was her backbone and she could go to him about anything. When DaMarco died, her world shattered before her eyes. America needed an escape and that's what she got when a dope boy walked into her world. Things...
