“Haha! Who are you?” I blurted out as if he had not told me who he was already.
All the information he was giving me was too much to handle. I didn't know if I should believe it or not.
But why should I believe it and I was there when my mother died? Why should I believe it and she was the one who ordered me to finish her up?
Yes, I did, I killed my mother and that was when I got the curse.
“I have already told you who I am, I am your uncle, real blood uncle,” He stopped, “What else should I tell you?” He continued again.
I scrutinised his face but still, there was no lie there. But why couldn't I put the parts together in his story? I was sure something was missing.
My mother never told me about her other family.
Worst of them all, she died in front of me and I buried her.
It was
