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----------------------------------------------5 days later:
"So let me get this straight, you find a picture of some lady pregnant who looks just like you, and you think she might be your biological mother?" Kayla asked as her face filled my phone screen.

I laughed at the site. "Wow back up. Too close for comfort." Kayla was the furternal twin of Elliot. They grew up with Danny and I and we did everything together until the twins moved to Canada. The move was really hard for them but mainly for Danny and I. When they moved it was like a chunk of my life was being ripped out and nothing could ever replace it. This was probably the only time that I thanked the inventor of face time for being so smart and probably feeling my pain.

She backed away and sat upright on her bed, headphones dangling from her double peirced ears. "Basically yea. I know it sounds crazy.."

"Yea it sounds crazy," she interrupted; a common habit that she obviously carried with her to Canada. "But, the even crazier thing is that when I went to talk to my parents about it, they completely shut me down. My 'dad'" I did a quotation mark with my free hand, "even gave me the death stare and told me to never bring it up again."

Kayla stood quiet and I could tell she was thinking, probably searching for a good explanantion. She opened her mouth and then closed it to start thinking again. She did this several times before she could actually reply. There was no other explanation for this besides the fact that I am adopted.

Oh my gosh. I'm adopted. If just thinking about it makes me feel uncomfortable, I can only imagine what it will feel like if I say it out loud.

"Don't tell anyone about this okay?" I gove her a stern lookup show how serious I am about this. "Does Danny know?" I didn't answer that question because I knew what she was going to say after. However my silence pretty much gave it away.

"Than there's pretty much no one else to tell besides my parents and they might already know considering the fact that your parents might have already told them."

"No, knowing those people all these years, they won't spread word about this to anyone. Not yet at least. Their usually very private about this kind of stuff."

"Since when is it those people and not my parents?"

"Since I found out they weren't my parents. They've been lying to me all this time why should I consider them my parents." That statement hurt me as I said it but I think it would hurt them more if they were here listening to me say this. I quite frankly didn't care anymore, they do not deserve the name parents.

But than it was what Kayla said that cut through all my negative thoughts about my parents. "Just remember you are not your circumstances, no matter what." I stood really quiet and she looked me straight in the eye. I hate eye contact and this is one of the reasons why. It convicts me in a way that I don't want to be convicted. I switched my gaze to the fuzzy socks on my feet that were tucked in my legs from my sitting position, and then I here a door open on her side of the phone.

"Elliot get out. Ok I don't care get out." Kayla swatted at her brother like he was a fly as he jumped on her bed and bugged her. I couldn't here what he was saying since she had her headphones in but I kind of wanted to.

I haven't talked to him in a long time which makes me wonder if Danny still texted him like they used to, before they moved. "I'm not hungry. Are you serious right now?" Kayla arguing with her brother always made me laugh and it made me wish I had a brother or a sister that could tease me that way. Kayla turned back to her camera, "I'm sorry I have to go eat now. I'll text you later though bye."

"Bye." I say quietly and wave, the screen went blank and I took out my headphones. I look towards my moms hospital bed again and wonder if I hurt her or my dad by disrespecting them and getting the picture. But if they knew who she was than why would they hide it from me? Has my life all this time really been a lie? All those uncles and cousins that have been acting like they've known me all my life. Technically they have but do they know about my past? And if so why never mention it to me?