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...
'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...