After I took the DNA test, we waited for two hours for the results. I was shaking wondering who is my real parents.

"Don't worry. Who do you think is your real parents?" Naomi asked.

"I don't know it's like people I don't know are revealing themselves as my parents and want custody of me." I explained.

"Well honey it will be over soon." Naomi said. I wanted to cry. Why do I have to grow through this?

An hour later, Michael and my father came towards me and Naomi. They looked confused. "Well Mariyah we have the results." Michael said. I slowly got up. "What does it say?" asked. He handed me the papers. There was nothing that said anything about Michael being my father. "That's it?" "Yes that's it." "So that means I have to go to my parents house for now on?" I asked. "Yes." Michael lowered his head. He gave me hug crying. I thought I you were mine but there's no proof.

"Yes! There is proof. You have pictures of me when I was a baby. You treated me like I was your one and only child to love. Your like a father to me."

"But your father is here. You have his DNA." Michael stuttered. My mother came out the room with something behind her back and quickly put it in her purses. No one saw it but me. "Hey honey did you see it?" "Yes mom I did, but can I stay with Michael he has custody of me." "Well we might I have to denied that." Michael whispered in my ear. While my mother was talking, I grabbed the paper that she put in her purse and ran with it. "Mariyah bring it back now!" She yelled.

I looked at the papers and it showed different results from the other papers. "So it's not true. Michael is my father." Everyone looked at me and grabbed the papers.