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lost child
#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? I glanced at it a few more times thinking to myself is this true is this really happening am in I in a dream.I pinched my self and I was still glancing at the letter as I took a deep breath and finished reading the letter I heard a knock on the door. I ran down the stairs with the letter in my hand and I open the door and paster Jon is standing in at the door. I tell him to come in as we sit and talk over a cup of tea. he mentions that my real parent lived in England and how they were very ritch. As time past it was time for pastor to go so he left and I noticed that I felt a sudden sadness reek within my heart. as a tear came down my eye i trie to fight the sad feeling but I just couldn't . as I look back at the letter I realize that I must find and talk to my real prarents they probably miss me alot I wander if they know we're I am or how old I am I looked at the letter. just one more time and I noticed there was a odd set of numbers and a street name it said, 9784 pactrick Henry,drive. I looked up the address on my laptop to see that this adress was from eangland. So I call over my firend jowel and she is just as shocked as I am about this mystery ...... she stayed the night over my house as we watched movies,ate popcorn and had pillow fights this made me feel so much better I knew I could always count on my old firend rebbeca
© Yaya E
'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 glanced at it a few more times thinking to myself is this true is this really happening am in I in a dream.I pinched my self and I was still glancing at the letter as I took a deep breath and finished reading the letter I heard a knock on the door. I ran down the stairs with the letter in my hand and I open the door and paster Jon is standing in at the door. I tell him to come in as we sit and talk over a cup of tea. he mentions that my real parent lived in England and how they were very ritch. As time past it was time for pastor to go so he left and I noticed that I felt a sudden sadness reek within my heart. as a tear came down my eye i trie to fight the sad feeling but I just couldn't . as I look back at the letter I realize that I must find and talk to my real prarents they probably miss me alot I wander if they know we're I am or how old I am I looked at the letter. just one more time and I noticed there was a odd set of numbers and a street name it said, 9784 pactrick Henry,drive. I looked up the address on my laptop to see that this adress was from eangland. So I call over my firend jowel and she is just as shocked as I am about this mystery ...... she stayed the night over my house as we watched movies,ate popcorn and had pillow fights this made me feel so much better I knew I could always count on my old firend rebbeca
© Yaya E
