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The Incomplete Confession
#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?
No it wasn't unfinished, it was cut away .....almost seemed intentional. What was I supposed to do....the mother I knew till her death wasn't my real mother and now my real parents are lost in a letter that has been cut away.
I walked dejectedly downstairs and sat on the old and worn out chairs that I have known all my life. Why is this happening to me, I lamented,then I had the determination to get to the root of everything on my own..
In mother's room I searched high and low for any kind of information, until I saw one ..... a pendant that my mom always said she'd give me at the right time
My heart was filled with joy as I made to open it but Alas, it was blank, I felt tired and just sat there until my father came. "Where do my real parents live?" his look wasn't so pleasant. You want to leave this family for one you never knew? This was why I was against yourom telling you years ago....then it dawn on me that I had lost chances of many years to find my real parents.
My dad loves me selfishly while my mum's love was selfless enough to want to make me decide whether I was staying with them after finding my real parents or not......after along heated argument, he wept as he handed me the missing part of the letter.
I rushed out without consoling him and ventured to the address which was a city away in my 18 years old birthday car, a gift from my dad which was now 10 years old.
I got there, qbig and glorious house anticipating and imagining what they looked like, before explaining who I was the lady at the door told me I looked exactly like my birth mother and I was happy, until I asked of to see them and with a sad face the lady pointed towards the backyard and there I saw two cold dreary stones.
Tears fell with blinking, they were gone before I could meet them, they died just two years ago. And I thought if only my dad wasn't selfish I could have met them 8 years ago, I'd have been present to laugh and cry with them and I could have given thema final send off.
I thought of his selfishness for a long while but later thought of the love hehad for not wanting to let me go, I could have at least comforted him before going on my venture but I didn't. I was just like him selfish for more love and with this, I had more than enough reason to forgive and go back to him.
Because we both had an unfinished confession to make, a bond to strengthen and a love to mend
© Keenah
'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?
No it wasn't unfinished, it was cut away .....almost seemed intentional. What was I supposed to do....the mother I knew till her death wasn't my real mother and now my real parents are lost in a letter that has been cut away.
I walked dejectedly downstairs and sat on the old and worn out chairs that I have known all my life. Why is this happening to me, I lamented,then I had the determination to get to the root of everything on my own..
In mother's room I searched high and low for any kind of information, until I saw one ..... a pendant that my mom always said she'd give me at the right time
My heart was filled with joy as I made to open it but Alas, it was blank, I felt tired and just sat there until my father came. "Where do my real parents live?" his look wasn't so pleasant. You want to leave this family for one you never knew? This was why I was against yourom telling you years ago....then it dawn on me that I had lost chances of many years to find my real parents.
My dad loves me selfishly while my mum's love was selfless enough to want to make me decide whether I was staying with them after finding my real parents or not......after along heated argument, he wept as he handed me the missing part of the letter.
I rushed out without consoling him and ventured to the address which was a city away in my 18 years old birthday car, a gift from my dad which was now 10 years old.
I got there, qbig and glorious house anticipating and imagining what they looked like, before explaining who I was the lady at the door told me I looked exactly like my birth mother and I was happy, until I asked of to see them and with a sad face the lady pointed towards the backyard and there I saw two cold dreary stones.
Tears fell with blinking, they were gone before I could meet them, they died just two years ago. And I thought if only my dad wasn't selfish I could have met them 8 years ago, I'd have been present to laugh and cry with them and I could have given thema final send off.
I thought of his selfishness for a long while but later thought of the love hehad for not wanting to let me go, I could have at least comforted him before going on my venture but I didn't. I was just like him selfish for more love and with this, I had more than enough reason to forgive and go back to him.
Because we both had an unfinished confession to make, a bond to strengthen and a love to mend
© Keenah
