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Isaac

The memories that haunt my dreams were happy memories of a smile and the voice of my birth mother singing me to sleep. I couldn’t remember his face but I knew he was an omega like me except white like the soft rain that melted after winter.

In those vague memories, my mother and I were happy before that happiness was replaced with screams and crying that turned into nightmare.

I was adopted into a family, small, warm with desperate couples longing for children but I never felt loved especially after Ben was born. I have a good relationship with my parents especially my father who dotes on me but I never felt I belonged so I always searched for my mother even till today.

I was misdiagnosed when I was younger with dyslexia after failing multiple exams and due to the problem, I didn’t start school in time because my parents focused on therapy before they decided to give up and send me to school.

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