(A/N: This is the last 2050 entry, I swear.)
I don't know why I did not say anything last night. I was up late thinking, when my mother/ Cadence... (What am I supposed to call her?) she gently pulled my lower jaw downward, opening my mouth ever so slightly.
"I'm sorry, Aura..." she whispered, unaware of whether or not I heard her. "But I need to know the truth. Where did he really find you?"
She inserted a cotton swab into my mouth, and after collecting some amount of DNA from the inside of my cheek, gently removed it. Then she went away like this never happened.
The next morning, when I woke up, she wasn't at home - only my sister was. And she, sleepyheaded as ever, was still asleep. Some babysitter she is.
I had woken up to the sound of my phone's text notification. "I'm going out to check a few documents related to your dad. Be back soon." read the text from my mother. It was soon followed by another one. "Breakfast is in the oven. Wake your sister up at 8:45, max 9."
I glanced at my sleeping sister. I sometimes wonder how much of a pain she is to wake up at college. Because I know for a fact that mom once had to literally drag her off the bed.
The time was around 8:00, which meant that after getting ready, I have free time. I am supposed to be on leave from the funeral (yesterday) till Thursday (tomorrow), so school was the last thing that occurred to me.
I decided to journal till around 8:45, but I am not a very fast writer. I kept thinking about my dad's boss, and how I look like her. My powers are not too rare or distinguishing though - oxygen, gold and helium.
I do not want to think my dad was ever disloyal to his wife, but there is no way my mother would have collected my DNA if she knew for a fact that I am her child.
This makes me feel a bit dumb. I have blonde hair, while my parents both have black or dark brown hair. A bit grayed with age, but they didn't look like living Barbie dolls, with the hair, skin and eyes. Why have I never thought about the fact that I might be adopted?
Adopted is one thing. Being the daughter of your dad's boss is a whole other thing. I don't even know if he IS my dad in the first place.
A thousand scenarios and contingencies play in my brain, and they don't seem to end any time soon. My eyes feel like Atlantis did while it was sinking, the water flooding in. My writing is smudging as the ink blends with the water spilling out.
I can't journal anymore. I can't think about any of this anymore. I give up.
I wish I could just forget about all this stuff and just be Lead and Cadence's daughter again.
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