Dear _,
If you're reading this note, then we are dead, so now we can tell you the truth, we're not your real parents, we loved you very much and we're sorry we couldn't be there for you more. But we wanted to be sure that when we left that you had a nice living to live off of. We didn't want you to live the life your parents had to live. Your mother and father were our best friends in high school. They had unstable jobs, and your mother was very ill, and your father was always working to try and support you both. When you were three months old, they begged us to take you in. So we did. Please visit them before you do anything else. We loved you _, so very much. Always remember that.
Then at the bottom of the letter, where the P.S. part was, there were two names, your real parents, as well as their address.
You gulped, you couldn't believe it. You had gotten your adopted parents all wrong! They wanted everything that was best for you and they loved you enough to take care of their best friends' kid. "Ivan…" You breathed as you looked at your check; you had been given 10.5 million dollars.
"I know…it's…so out there."
"Like from a movie." You agreed.
"So, I guess before we go home we should go visit your parents, you're real ones?"
"I-I suppose so."
You both went to the address and you knocked on the door of the mobile home. Not knowing what to expect.