Mag-log inShe staggered backward as every last bit of color drained from her face.I walked away and never looked back.September, Harrington.I pulled my suitcase through the gates of my university beneath a clear blue sky.My left eye took in the city stretching before me, while my right eye remained shrouded in darkness.But it didn't matter anymore.I had spent three years learning to live with one eye, so I was used to it.At the orientation, my counselor asked, “How many people are in your family?”“One.”He paused, clearly surprised, but didn't ask anything more.After that, I never went back to the Blackwood family home.Dad called me one day to say he'd transferred all the family's savings into my bank account.One million dollars.“Dad has made too many mistakes in this life,” he said. “I have no right to ask you to forgive me. Keep the money. Think of it as… your tuition.”I took it, not because I'd forgiven him, but because it was mine.Compensation for eighteen years
I turned around and pulled the door open.A crowd had gathered outside.The woman from next door was craning her neck to see inside. She had watched me grow up, from a little girl to the eighteen-year-old I was now.She saw Mom slumped on the floor and the two DNA test reports scattered across the ground. She saw the scar on my forehead and the lifeless darkness in my right eye.She gasped, holding a hand to her mouth in disbelief.“Oh, my… So the Blackwoods treated their adopted daughter terribly all these years, and now that they’ve found out she’s actually their biological daughter, they’ve come running to claim her?”“That’s right.” Another neighbor chimed in, “Who around here hasn’t seen how they treated that poor girl? Making her wash clothes outside in the middle of winter until her hands were red and swollen from the cold.“And everyone knows how she lost the sight in that right eye. They called it an accident, but really, who would call that an accident?”“Now that t
Standing in the hallway, Claire bit her lip, her gaze icy.She hadn’t left. She had followed Mom here, phone clutched in her hands as she watched everything unfold.The moment she saw the results, though, the composure on her face finally shattered.“Mom!!”She stepped forward and grabbed at Mom’s sleeve.“Mom, don’t believe this! There has to be a mistake…”Mom didn’t even turn around.Collapsing against the wall, Mom reached out toward my face. Before her fingers could touch me, I moved away.Her hand hung in midair as she stared at me in a daze, tears streaming down her face.“Sophia… I’m so sorry…” Her voice finally broke. “Your right eye… the scar on your forehead… everything you’ve suffered all these years… How can I ever make it up to you?”Her entire body shook with sobs.She knelt there, clutching the fabric over her chest as if trying to rip her heart out.I looked at her, the face that had gone cold whenever she looked at me.The same face that had slapped me, t
I pressed my phone against my chest and lay back on the bed.There was a water stain on the ceiling shaped like a pair of outstretched wings.Then my phone started ringing nonstop.My homeroom teacher. The guidance counselor. The principal. A reporter from the state TV station.Top 1% in the state; this was the highest score in the school's history.That afternoon, someone called my name from downstairs.Mom had come, followed by reporters, cameras, and neighbors holding up their phones.She pushed open the door and walked in. The moment she saw me, her eyes turned red. She grabbed my hand so tightly that it hurt.“This is my daughter! She’s been hardworking since she was little. I raised her and taught her everything myself…”She faced the cameras, her voice thick with emotion. Her performance was flawless.Behind her, a neighbor whispered, “Isn’t that the Blackwoods’ adopted daughter? They treated her so badly before. Now that she got into a good university, she's suddenly
On Sunday evening, Claire cornered me downstairs outside the dormitory.“Sophia,” she said as she leaned against the wall, arms crossed.“Did you go through my mom’s room a while back?”I said nothing.“I saw you. You took hair from her hairbrush.”She tilted her head.“Do you still think you’re her biological daughter?”I clenched my fists, trying to avoid her gaze.She smiled and stepped closer, lowering her voice as she said, “There’s something you still don’t know.”Her eyes gleamed.“Mom said that as soon as you finish the college entrance exams, she’s going to find you a husband. There’s a guy on East Street who owns a hardware store. He’s in his thirties, his wife died, and he has a kid. He’s willing to pay 360,000 dollars.”My head went numb, and my shoulders began to tremble slightly.“Guess what Mom said?”She patted my shoulder, sounding delighted.“Three hundred and sixty thousand. That’s enough to buy Claire a car.”Then she walked away, leaving me standing
My fingers trembled slightly.Eighteen years.One blind eye. The scar on my forehead. The humiliation of being locked out in the cold rain all night. There were also countless iterations of “You’re not my biological daughter.”“You don’t deserve it.”“An adopted child is an adopted child, after all.”I crouched on the floor, biting my lip as tears poured down my face.So I was her biological daughter after all.It was just one piece of paper that had been wrong.The parentage test from eighteen years ago had been wrong, and because of that mistake, I had spent eighteen years living with rejection and humiliation.I stood up, folded the report carefully, and slipped it into the inner pocket of my clothes.I walked down the street in a daze. I thought about so many things.What expression would Mom have when she saw the report? Would she cry? Would she hug me? Would she apologize? Would she pull me into her arms and finally feel sorry for what had happened to my right eye? Wou







