"Family"

In the dead of the night, pitched black with soft fog. My heart pounds furiously that I almost can't bring myself to do it. Today is my father's 1st death anniversary. It was the single biggest heartbreak of my life. My father was the only one I had. I stagger from my limo towards his grave. In the distance at his grave, I see a blurry figure. The fog cleared and the figure is indeed a woman. 

"...Who are you?"

 My eyes meet hers and she quickly scurries away, leaving me baffled. The mysterious figure loses a necklaces at my father's grave and immediately I retrieve it and I'm determined to get to figure out who she is.

My father was the single most important thing to me. Everything he said or did I felt like I couldn't live up too. He told me that my mother died giving birth to me. He sees my mother when he looks at me and I think he hated me for reminding him. I always did everything I could to impress my father but never was he impressed. He never treated me like a son and always lied. He left me his hotel and his industries and now I am the richest 18 year old in Manhattan, New York, but I only feel loneliness.

"Ever since the day I was born, he hated me"

My intense desire to know the mysterious woman's identity brought me to hire my private investigator to find out information about her. I always wanted to do something meaning full in my life. I had a hunch that she was my mother and I would never know until I went out and did something myself.

"Her name is Elizabeth Fisher."
 
It took many encounters and my persistence for her to finally admit she was my mother. All along my father lied to me. He made me feel like I was the person that caused my mother's death when in reality he just barred me from her from me, entirely. She was so kind, genuine, and made me feel complete for the first time.



Standing in disarray, an urgency of blood circulation needed to end my vertigo. Feeling like I was standing in a desert and impacted by a sandstorm. My lips were unusually dry, my cheeks burned from this catastrophe, and tears ran down my face even though I attempted to hold them back with all the power my body invested. Paralyzed in pain, I stand there, listening to the woman who I thought was my mother telling me was not and she had signed over my entitled inheritance to my con-artist of an uncle.

"Family? I have no family!"

"Don't leave. Everybody leaves"

-Lilia