'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 letters. Your real parents live in Carlifonia. Your mother was my neighbour when she lived in Tanzania ;One day before she left to Carlifonia she came to my house to lend for money to start a business out in a nearby town, i couldn't resist helping her even though the sum was too big since we lived so well.
I couldn't notice what she carried in her bag but a slight heaviness that could be managed.I asked to offer a hand of help but she denied with respect so it couldn't raise doubts.
When I gave her the pack she requested ,she asked to visit the washroom and that's where she left you and vanished using the emergency exit before anything brought any sense.Years later I got a message from some good samarittans that your mom owns a company in Carlifonia but i couldn't get her adress.There are more things you need to know my child but not at this time.These could be too much for you to handle at a go.
PS: Don't search for your mama until you get the second part of this letter.
I stared at the unfinished letter in shock. How was I supposed to find my true identity?
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