A little fall of Rain
Time passes on and I guess none of us are able to stop it although we often wish we could. Those beautiful memories that we hold of the days when we had no cares are no match for the actual feeling of the wind racing through our hair and the newly blooming grass beneath our bare feet. It really is the best time of our lives, when we are young. No one telling you your true future, what you would become when you grew up or what would happen to you while your trying to get there. Lets just say if someone told me when I was a little girl growing up on that farm in California that I would end up where I am today, I would have, well, actually, I would have probably smiled and nodded and then run for my life, hoping it would never come true. But I'm sure you have no idea what I'm talking about, so lets start from the beginning.
It was the summer when I was just turning 15 I think. Yes, I remember, I was running through our corn fields when I stumbled on him. No I actually stumbled over him, falling flat on my face and rolling a few feet before I realized what I'd hit. Of course it could have been nobody else but my brother. We were pretty close, in age as well as friendship, but lately something pulled us apart. Scowling at him I was turning to find some place else in the fields to enjoy my last days of freedom in the sun before it was back to the books.
"Wait!" Michael called after me. "I have something you probably want to see."
"What now." I called back. "I swear is its some sort of snake or other creature, I don't care. They don't scare me anymore."
"No dummy, its our birth certificates and other stuff. Trust me your gonna want to see this."
"Why would I care about my birth certificate. I know the day I was born. What's the big deal." Turning away and trying to ignore any more of him comments, I was stopped dead when he called me back with more news.
"Its not your birth certificate, its your birth mother I wanted to show you." He called again.
"What? I remember what mom looked like. She only died 4 years ago. I wouldn't be surprised if you forgot her though." I scowled at him again. He took our mother's death really lightly, me on the other hand, I was basically crushed. Michael and dad were much closer than myself and my father. She was the one I went to when I needed help. She could always bring a smile to my face and make everything better. My father on the other hand was never there. He always seemed to stay aloof as if I wasn't something he was proud of.
"I was in the attic looking for pictures of the family all together and I stumbled on old baby pictures of me. The strange thing was that there were none of you. So, I was looking deeper into the box and found your birth certificate, but underneath it was really what I wanted to show you."
He handed me the document attached to my birth certificate. Reading it slowly my eyes scanned the printed words. Each individual word I could understand, but the sentences scrawled across the paper were no real. They couldn't be. It wasn't true. Looking up from the document with a sudden rush of tears to my eyes I looked Michael, short shaking breaths escaping my body.
"You didn't know about this at all?" He asked in a whisper. "Are you ok?"
I felt as if my world was crushing around me. Nothing made sense anymore. Who were my parents? Was my real name actually Claire? Who was I?