Symbols Of My Future

''She has the mark of the devil, a disgrace to our family. She is not my child! She does not have any similar features compared to me!'' My father shouted at my mother who was looking down with tears flowing over her rosy cheeks.
My jet black hair was similar to my mothers, My hazel eyes can simply be mistaken for wild animals. My footed pj's were loose on its zipper and I was swinging my teddy bear hearing my parent's conversation without them knowing I was reminiscing every word.
''Mommy? daddy?'' I asked with curiosity in my tone
'' Don't call me that, you disgusting excuse for a daughter in my blood.'' My father spat out coldly and left to the door slamming it before my mom can grab his hand and stop him.
''I'm so sorry.'' Was the last thing I remember of my parents.
''What's going on?'' I asked putting out a part of my act of not knowing what has happened.