'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 know I was not their child. But that time I started to feel bad thinking about living with two people who we even doesn't know. At my childhood I was thinking that I am so lucky because, I have my parents. I screamed loudly. The maid came to my side and hugged me. I was feeling that she was the lady who left me in the Christian Church. I asked to her about that and her reply was heart breaking. She said "yes I am sorry about that. I doesn't had any other choice. When you're dad left me I was alone and we were thrown out from our house. I can't afford bills and essential things for you. I can't live without you so I get in here as a maid and said to them that I am his mother. I said all my problems and she smiled at me and said that "you can live here and can watch your son growing" The one thing she said to me was don't let you know that I am your mother. I saw you growing I was happy. So you see, I haven't seen you as a enemy
But , I cared you as a mother. He cried and cried. He was feeling guilty for not being kind towards his own mother. She calmed him. They lived happily.