『fragments of memories』

➼|When a girl asks|〤

All her words imprinted my mind like ice glacier, drowning me in the deep sea.

I've never knew..I've never was..

I had no idea what she means..

But there's only one word left my mind that time.

Why?

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It was one of my high school days.

I waited for my driver who was supposed to fetch me. Everyone thinks that it was privileged to have a car to ride while others don't.

Yes, I compared myself to others like a lot.

It was a bad habit of mine that couldn't resist ignoring the small voices lurking the back of my unconscious mind.

Until a voice broke me out of my thoughts.

"Rhea, may I ask something?" a familiar girl walked towards me while I was sitting on the stairs near our gate.

My gaze shifted into an empty hallway, the security guard earlier appeared by leaving somewhere. Perhaps, answering his nature call?

"Yes? May I help you.." I think this is the girl where everyone calls her Phe. Not actually stating the whole name. But in the matter of fact, she doesn't seem to like me which on the basis of her eyes showing me.

"Are you adopted?" there was a hint uncertain trailed on her voice.

Her sudden question stammered me back.

It was like a small needle penetrated my mind in a force like a cold bucket splash on my body, snapping me out from the reality.

Am I adopted?..

Adopted..

Adopted...

Am I?..

There was a surprise on her face as if she was expecting that I'd known it before. I tried to hide my expression that was shown but I guess, I was too late.

She knew..

Fuck.

I wanted to pretend that I know it all along. I tried to speak but no words coming out.

Knowing the truth actually hurts.

I tried to recall all my pictures, my graduation frames, even the ones when I was little. I could see my parent's face were nothing like my features.

Not a blood-related. Words echoing my mind.

I don't resemble like them.

But they seemed to love me.

Like a family.

I remembered some teachers asked the same thing.

All I could answer was that..

"I'm like my father." with a fake smile placed on my face every time they ask me that.

It hurts to know that my father was a pure Filipino like me while my mother was a half Chinese and Spanish when...

I don't resemble them at all.

although, I knew that loved them very much.

So much.

Even though they're not in my blood.

But the love they gave me was real.

And that is my family.

"Phe, I'll be lying if I said yes." I gave her a genuine smile.

There was a confusion on her face but then, it was replaced with a forcing smile.

No one will know the secrets lies ahead. Because..

I am not adopted, and I'll never be.. when our love is basically true.

A family is like a home for love.

A long-lasting love was to be cherished quietly and to be kept like a gem.

That gem where no one could see.

It has to be treasured.

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a/n: Guys, I changed it from First-person into Third-person this time haha

It's better this way..