I'm Manhaar Kaur Saini!

What?! How?! I've wanted to know my real surname for more than eight years, but now that the moment has come, it doesn't feel right.

My mother is dead! I saw it online, but they said my mother, Mrs. Maneet Rudraksh Singh Saini, went missing around 11 years ago. But she's dead-how is this possible?

I want to meet her! I want to ask her why she left me! Am I that bad that she couldn't accept me and live with me? I have so many questions. I can't believe this! No, no, no!

"No!!" I screamed. "No, she can't be dead! I want to meet her! I want to ask her why she left me! I've seen her so many times in my dreams. She used to come to me, saying I'm strong and that I will fight for myself and for her. But why did she leave me? I want to ask her what happened that made her unable to accept me! I WANT HER!! I NEED HER!!"

I poured out my emotions. I always thought we couldn't see dead people in our dreams, so it felt like a wish to meet my mother. Why can't I meet her? Why, God? I want to meet her!

"Calm down, Maanu! Calm down! Take deep breaths-don't pressure your brain," said my brother."Calm down? How am I supposed to calm down when you all just told me the truth, which is too much for me to digest?!" I exclaimed.

"Maanu, drink some water first," said my mother, handing me a glass.But when I looked at her, I felt more suffocated. I wanted to cry, to scream. I stood up and hugged her tightly. She embraced me back, holding me so tightly I struggled to breathe. But it was okay; I felt better.I tried to calm down, and eventually, I did.

After taking a sip of water, I sat back on the sofa, and everyone settled back into their places."Maanu, I'm so sorry I left you alone when you needed me the most," said my father, Mr. Saini, but it didn't feel real.

"Yes, Maanu, we're sorry too! But we were helpless; we had to save you, and that wasn't possible if you lived with us. It was dangerous for you. Please forgive us," said my older brother, the one who spilled the truth in anger. The other man, Mr. Joint man, seemed to be second in command.

"I don't want your apologies! Don't feel guilty," I said with an emotionless face."Maanu, we're sorry too!" said my older sister. I had trusted them blindly, believing they would tell me the truth if they knew it. But they kept me in the dark, and I was angry and sad about it.

They made the same mistake twice; mistakes happen, but only once are forgivable, not when repeated."It's okay," I said with the same expression because I didn't want to break down in front of everyone. This was all too much to handle.

"Maanu, now that you know everything and you're old enough to protect yourself, no one can easily get to you like before. We don't have to worry much about you now, so why not come with us? Meet your whole family. They've been missing you and want to see you for so long. They'll be so happy to meet you," said my brother.

Ok so that's it for today!
Hope you'll like it!!
Stay happy and healthy.

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