Why did I come here?
I never met them before, but I was able to find someone that gave me their information, including their photographs. I remember seeing her face, so much like mine, looking back at me. And his, so happy and carefree, with eyes like melted chocolate matching my own.
They gave me up, left me behind. They didn't want me then, they won't now.
I watch my parents pass gifts to each other and another little girl. The living room is lit up with tons of Christmas lights, the fireplace is lit, and the beautiful evergreen tree is filled with homemade ornaments.
It's everything I'd ever wanted, the only thing they couldn't give me. Didn't want to give me.
Love.
Family.
I watch as she tears into her presents, jumping up and down excitedly when she reveals them. She runs to them, hugs them. They hug her back, kiss her.
With each present and each embrace, shreds of wrapping paper litter the floor. Each tear of the pretty paper is another tear in my heart and soul, falling to the ground at my feet to lay permanently.
My eyes water and my face is streaked with tears, but I'm too numb to feel them.
Each breath of mine puffs out in the frosty air, and I wish with every single one that it would be my last.