I felt tears in my eyes as I listened to the words that they were saying. "So…you're not my real Mother? She's my real Mother?"
I blinked past my blur of tears to stare at the two women before me. The woman whom I'd thought was my mother reached out, as I she was going to hug me, but stopped. "N-No, Marie. I'm not. I'm your Aunt."
I looked at the other woman, my "real" mother. Her eyes were as sympathetic as any Mother's would be. She had deep green eyes, I noticed. Much like my own, only adding more to the reality of it all.
"I'm sorry, Sweetie. Your Father thought that you'd live a better life here in America, but we just couldn't take not having you at home in Kantou."
I felt anger towards the couple before me. The woman, Hikari, looked like she could cry. The man beside her, my "real" father, looked sincerely sad for me, but that didn't deteriorate my anger.
"Then why wait seventeen years? Why did you wait till my last semester of High School to tell me all of this?"
"Marie, that's enough. Now, go pack your things so that you and your p-parents can go home to uh, Kan…?"
"Kantou." I corrected her simply, it finally clicking as to why I could learn and speak Japanese so fluently. It was in my blood.
My Aunt nodded though her tear filled eyes. I ran up to my room to pack and to cry my heart out.
After I finished packing, I called my Best Friend Kylie and told her the news. She wasn't happy, but she dealt with it. Just like I had to.
I pleaded my "parents" to take me out to eat so that I could see my friends one last time. They agreed, of course. They were already uprooting me from everything that I'd ever known, so, they'd do anything to make me happy.
I hugged my former mother. She cried, as did I. I was surprised to see my brother looking sad. He actually hugged me, along with Tommy, my Aunt's moved in boyfriend.
I climbed into the Charger that my parents had rented. We pulled out of the driveway, my entire life falling behind in the rearview mirrors.