Unfolded

Prologue

Today was the day before my 5th grade family tree project was do. I was rushing since I enjoyed the adrenaline of which was the product from procrastinating. I wrote down the last bit of information about my family. I tried my best to fill in the blank spaces for my mom and dad. I know they say Mya is my mother (that's what they always say) but I heard otherwise. One night when mya thought I was laid down to rest for the evening I overheard her mention that she wasn't my mother and she didn't want to stand in the way of my real mother. Ever since then I've been searching and asking as many questions as I can to get to the bottom of this.

I found out my fathers name, it's Anthony and my mother and him were once married. I can't find much on my parents but it's the little bit that matters.

I looked at the poster in disgust everyone is going to clown me for being an orphan no I'm not an orphan however that's the rumor that has been going around with my name on it. I try my best to ignore it because somewhat some of it is true.

I'm grateful for what I have and I'll never will take anything that I have for granted. My mom left when in return my dad is MIA. I had no one else to take me in. I was placed into care with mya. The family that she is in is really cool. I have a big family actually and aside from my family, mya raising me can make me feel even more comfortable.

I'm a lame. I'm pretty smart which makes me a lame. I don't talk to many people and I don't have many friends. People say it's because when my parents got deported they forgot to leave the travel guide. Yea, it's pretty sad. I go to a prep school and I hate it there. I've begged mya to take me out but she said it's a great offer and it's only going to benefit me. Well how am I being benefited if Poly gets her way all the time.

That's her name, Poly. Spoiled white rich girl. Pathetic might I say. She's bulllied me since pre K. There's been times when she would knock things off my desk and break my pencils and crayons. She's called me stupid and worthless and even a slut. I choose to ignore those things because it doesn't bother me that much. She's just a bully. Although I don't retaliate it doesn't mean what she says doesn't hold an affect on me.

An idea clicked in my head. I went to look for mya. When I found her I spoke, "Mom? Do you have any old baby pictures of me?"

She turned from the pot of spaghetti, "um no not that I know of. Why?"

I shrugged my shoulders, " i just want to make my family tree look better since I don't have a lot-"

"Jasmine you have plenty of family. You have me, Cousin trey, julez, solo, ray, cousin BB, and much more even mama Tina and uncle Matt"

I sighed, "but-"

She shushed me, "you can call them and get more information"

"Mom I wanted to get more information about me" I stressed. This is not my first family heritage project. However I wanted to add something different. Like a cousin or aunt from my mom or dads side. Somebody that is me. Something about ME and no one else. This is very important to me.

"You're 10 jasmine, there's not much for you to know. Just keep what you have. You'll get an A anyway"

And like she said I received an A. An A for the being the most knicked picked on.

It was now the weekend and mya went out to the store. I was bored at home so I was making trips back and forth to the kitchen. On my way back up the steps I decided to head towards the attic when I finally got to the top. I look up at the string that hung from the roof. I was scared but so curious. I looked all over the place that could have any information about me. Any dental or medical records. Anything from baby bottle or bib. Something.

I reached up and pulled down on the string. I took a deep breath looking up at the dark square in my roof. I started to head up. When I got to the top I turned the light on. The whole room lit up. It was pretty nice and cool up here. There weren't as many spider webs as I expected. I began to read the labels on the box looking for anything that could've  been related to me. As I was looking I found an open box with some stuff inside. I started to look through it. There were family photos and letters. At the very bottle was a photo album so I decided to go through it as well. I dusted the cover off and opened the book.

I looked at the family I wished so badly to be born into. They looked so happy and loving. I seen pictures of my mom and cousin BB with solo. My mom looked a lot like Beyoncé. I kept going I seen more photos as they began to grow into adults. I laughed at a few of them. I suddenly came upon a picture that looked very unusual. A picture with someone I never seen a day in my life. It was a picture of beyonce and a lightskin guy with cornrow braids. He was holding her stomach from the back. She looked pregnant. I turned to the next page and seen the guy more often. I'm guessing he was one of Beyoncé's ex boyfriends. I was getting closer to the end as I turned to an unexpected baby picture of somebody with beyonce. I pulled the picture out to see if there was details on the back

My heart, my world, my blessing, greatest gift is being your mother

I love you my pookie bear
Beyonce, 20 pookie bear 8 months

I frowned at what was read but it had nothing to do with me so I shrugged it off. Below it was finally a picture of me

I laughed because I looked pretty annoyed. I pulled the picture out and looked on the back

My beautiful angel, mommy loves you sooo much 💋

The lipstick stain was a little smudged but it was the message that was sent. It said mommy love you so much.

My heart skipped a beat as for the fact that this is the last picture in the book and now I'm filled with questions. I know that's me in the picture but I just don't know who took the picture of me. It could've been my mom but this was last July I was with beyonce and my cousin jays side of the family so it was either my cousin BB or jay that took the picture but if they took the picture who wrote the message? How did it get here? Who's lipstick mark is this? Who would write something like this on my picture? I dropped the picture standing up trying to understand the fact that my mother could be alive when the whole time I believed she was dead. If my mom wrote that then it means this family knows my real mom which means my mom knows who my real mom is. If everyone but myself knows who my real mother is could it be because she doesn't want to be around me or take care of me? Is it because I'm ugly or too dumb or just abnormal to be around my mom? Was I not good enough? Why did she leave? I just don't understand how my mom can see and write on a photo of me from last year but can't call me. Or wish me a happy birthday or take me on a mother and daughter date. I just a simple hello.

Who is my mother?

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