Danny scooted behind me and looked over my shoulder. "Are you sure you didn't just travel to the future and take this picture of yourself pregnant?"

The picture had a faded font to it and she was smiling while looking down at her stomach which was the size of a basketball. She looked pretty young, maybe just turning twenty. I couldn't help but smile. She was sitting on a couch with a fuzzy sweater, a pair of jeans, and some socks.

Same nose, ears and hair. I was looking in a mirror. The only difference between me and her was that her hair seems wavier than mine. That was it. And the fact that she's expecting. How could this be? Is she my aunt that I never met? She looks way to similar to be my aunt. Could she be my mother? My real mother?

She looked so happy. The thing that shocked me the most was that it wasn't the person that has claimed to be my mom all this time.

You shouldn't jump to conclusions Mara. Maybe that's just a family relative. I wanted to believe my subconscious but that relative looked too much like me. "Who do you think she is?"

My mother. My real mother.

"I don't know.. but I want to."
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The elevator made a ding sound before it opened up to the seventh floor. I felt lonely without Danny by my side. Which felt weird for me because he's always been there in situations like thi one.

I wish you were here Danny. Wait what am I thinking? I don't always need him around. I can do this by myself. Oh, God please let this conversation go smoothly with my parents.

I walked into the room and my "dad" got up to rush to me. "Where have you been, I was just about to call you?"

"I'm fine." I simply said. I would've normally added dad at the end of that statement but, now it just didn't feel right. Like the person I thought I knew so well is now a complete stranger. We walk over to "mom's" bed and I stand next to her.

Her bed was slightly tilted upward, she's still wearing that baby blue hospital gown she's been wearing for the past month now.

I start to examine her facial features. One eyebrow was slightly thicker than the other and her lips were a lot thinner than mine. Her hair was black and curly.

After seventeen years of living with these people I have just now noticed that we look nothing alike. It makes me wonder what people on the outside must have thought. "Can I ask you something?" I asked trying to hold myself together.

Lord, please help me not to cry or get angry. Not infront of them at least.

They both nodded slightly and then I continue with my questions. "Do you have a sister?"

First I look straight at my mom and when she shakes her head no I turn towards my dad and he shakes his head no. At least that narrowed down my list of possibilities of who that lady might be.

I started to pull out the picture from my front sweater pocket. Before I showed it to them I could see that a corner of it was torn from me holding onto it so tight. "Then who is this?" I showed the picture to my mom. Immediately her eyes got wide and she reached for the picture to take it out of my hand. I snatched my hand away before she could reach it.

I showed it to my dad and he just looked at my mom.

"Well, who is she?" My voice cracked a bit but I cleared my throat and waited for a reply. "Mara where did you get that?" My mother asked. Her voice soft and sweet but I could tell there was a bit of shock and something else hidden in her tone.

"It doesn't matter where I got it. Just tell me?" I look at her now.

Now I know that they know exactly who she is. Why do they keep hesitating?

"Mara I thought we told you never to touch that picture again." my dad looked at me, eyebrows raised. "I know but, why? Who is she?" I tried to stay calm but they wouldn't answer me which made me frustrated and it showed in my tone.

It was obvious they weren't going to tell me but, I knew I had to find my answers eventaully. Maybe it was going to be through my next demand. "I want to see my birth certificate." I put the picture back in my sweater pocket and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Why? Mara we are your parents."

Your not my parents your liers. This is what I get for being curious. Thanks a lot God for helping me with nothing.

"Why won't you tell me anything?"

"Mara Grace Fletcher, never bring this up again. Do you understand?" My father gave me that stern look and I knew better than to pursue the subject. I walk away mad a slammed the hospital door on my way out.

I needed some time alone.
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