#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?
Bewildered totally.
Empty headed , totally blank.
Clueless was I looking towards blank wall.Couldn't sleep for almost weeks together.
My whole world was al of a sudden got whirled.
Became a loner.
Who is the real me?Question couldn't stop hitting the pavers of mind's floor.
Whom to ask?Whom to question?
Decided to go on a solo trip in the heart of mother nature.Stayed in her lap.Answers appeared by their own.I am His creation and no one can be the bigger Father than He is.Recollected myself,got
back to home...
My real home.
Real me.
© Pratibha