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I am now holding to the only thing that my parents left me with a necklace that undeniably same as the mark I saw on my eyes that night, Aunt Fatima made it clear, I am not blood related to them, that’s why he keeps on telling me that I brought misfortune to them.

My grandpa died when I was a kid, my granny just gone missing one day, and my the marriage between Aunt Fatima and Uncle George were ruin; he made me believe that all of these were my fault, that my life was equivalent to misfortune.

“Mom, dad,” I mumbled to the air, “I hope you’re doing fine now,” unlike the other kids who was sent to a different family, I don’t feel any negative feelings towards my parents, they made the right choice by choosing a good family to leave me, and Aunt Fatima told me that they have the most sensible reason to leave me, they didn’t left me because they want—they didn’t have the chance to choose.

What happen to my family? This question became a portal for my emotions to arise, I sat down on the