#WritcoStoryPrompt21
'My dear child,
I know you had your doubts about your birth. I couldn't tell you while I was alive so I left you this letter. Your real parents live in...'
I stared at the unfinished letter in shock. How was I supposed to find my true identity?
I am now in trauma... Is my whole life a lie? Why I am left with my yasomati ma like this only? There are so many questions gathered me within this single moment... And to find all those answers I have to complete my reading of that letter. So, I decided to read the letter first. But the thirsty throat of mine doesn't allow me to do so. With heavy hearted, I took a bottle from the fridge and the letter in another hand, I move towards the chair in my living room.
With...