prologue
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Parenting is fun and hard, not to mention messy. I adopted my daughter when she was just a baby. I wanted a family to take care of. She is now 4 years old. If I tell her the truth, she'll hates me forever.
I got in my car and drove to her elementary school. It was 2:50 in the afternoon. I got out of my car and she came running into my arms shouting "MOMMY!". I was happy with what I have.
“Hi sweety, how was school?" I asked my daughter. After all, a mother needs to know. She told me everything except that she was hiding something. We drove straight home.
“ sweety, I know your hiding something from. Tell me what is it?”
“mom?” she askes, curiosity overflowing in her eyes.
“Yes?”
“Who's my father?" she asks out of nowhere.
“I'm sorry. What?”
“ Victoria says she has a father who is rich, and she asked me about my father so I couldn’t tell her because you didn't” she blurts this out all at once. I get up from my seat and say "time for homework, sweetheart”. I take her hand and walk with her to her bedroom. I take her backpack put up on the hook. I just can't tell her the truth right now. I check her bag for homework, and of course… just I thought there is some homework. It's math and reading. I help her with both.
Then at 9 pm, I tuck her in as usual. And as usual, she wants a lullaby, my little. I hum some tunes for her until she falls asleep. I get from there and as soon as I’m out of her room, I get a message. Your daughter never sees you again… ps check her bedroom. Oh my god………
I go and check on her, but she’s gone. I put my hands in my mouth. No no no no no…. My precious daughter is gone.
I couldn't sleep at all after that incident. I couldn't eat either. I was on the floor crying.
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