I am now holding onto the only thing that my parents left me with a necklace that is undeniably the same as the mark I saw on my eyes that night, Aunt Fatima made it clear, I am not blood-related to them, and that’s why he keeps on telling me that I brought misfortune to them.
My grandpa died when I was a kid, my granny had just gone missing one day, and the marriage between Aunt Fatima and Uncle George was ruined; he made me believe that all of these were my fault, that my life was equivalent to misfortune.
“Mom, Dad,” I mumbled to the air, “I hope you’re doing fine now,” unlike the other kids who were sent to a different family, I don’t feel any negative feelings towards my parents, they made the right choice by choosing a good family to leave me, and Aunt Fatima told me that they have
