The Unfinished Letter
#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? The words on the page blurred as my mind raced. My real parents? Where did they live? Why had no one told me this before? Questions swirled in my head, each more urgent than the last.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. There had to be clues, something more that could guide me. I rummaged through the old box where I found the letter, hoping for another hint. Photos, trinkets, and other mementos from my late grandmother’s life spilled out, but nothing...
'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? The words on the page blurred as my mind raced. My real parents? Where did they live? Why had no one told me this before? Questions swirled in my head, each more urgent than the last.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. There had to be clues, something more that could guide me. I rummaged through the old box where I found the letter, hoping for another hint. Photos, trinkets, and other mementos from my late grandmother’s life spilled out, but nothing...