Two Dimensions, Two Lives

"What do you mean this isn't my life?" I said angrily, gritting my teeth. "You have the nerve to tell me this isn't my actual life right when my father. . ." He put a finger to my lips to quiet me down.
"I never said that wasn't your life, Kayla. I simply said that this is your real life." He spoke in a soft murmur, yet his voice was so powerful.
"So you're telling me my 'other' life was fake?" I shot back.
"No, Macaria," my eyed widened. No one knows my real name.
"That life was a cover-up. It was to protect you." Tears began to form in my eyes. I didn't want to believe him. I've only met him 25 minutes ago, but his eyes were telling me he wasn't a man who lies, and his voice was telling me he wouldn't lie about something like this.
"So, all that happened in my old life. . ." My voice broke. "All of that wasn't real?" The old man grimaced. It seems as if he said this to many children before me, and it didn't seem easy for him.
"They were simply an illusion. Caused by your mother."