I woke up the next morning feeling a bit winded. The dream I had last night kept replaying in my head. I do not understand it one bit. How can those images know me and why did they call me by that name, that wasn't my name, it was never my name, At least not that I know of.
I tried to get up but my body did not want to move. I felt sick and nauseous. My mother kept calling for me and I just did not have the strength to answer. After minutes of shouting my name she finally came up and saw me lying on my bed almost life less.
"Elle, love, are you okay? Oh my, are you sick?"
She walked closer and placed her palm on my forehead trying to see if I have a fever. I don't believe that I have a fever but I don't feel any good either.
"Mother, do you mind if I do not attend class today? I feel terribly ill."
"Of course my darling, I will make some soup for you. Stay in bed and don't move around too much. I will be back in a while."
I nodded. That was the only thing that I could do. I felt drained and weak. I cannot figure out why. Was it stress about thinking about the dream I had last night? I don't know. All I know is that I need as much rest as I can get. I do not want to be absent twice in a week.
Staring at the ceiling became sort of a hobby for me since last night. I recall getting ready for bed and just ended up staring all night.
I don't know what caused me to dream about such a thing, I mean, I cannot be adopted or am I just in denial. Thinking about it, it became so surreal. I don't necessarily look much like my parents. I always thought it was normal to be a little different from them. I could resemble to a relative perhaps.
I need to ask my parents. I need to ask them as soon as father gets home. For now I must act normal and forget the thoughts running in my head. My mother, or who ever she is, must not know about my suspicions.
I heard footsteps and later found her by the door holding a bowl of hot chicken soup.
"It smells delicious mother." I smiled at her.
"Of course, I made it especially for my Elle bell." She smiled at me.
It's been years since she last called me by that nickname and it all started because of my fascination with fairies and my complete addiction with tinker bell. I actually thought that she has forgotten all about it by now I mean it was practically ten years ago.
I can see how much she loves me and I know how much it would hurt her if I asked if I was adopted. What if I'm wrong and she'd think that I am not happy with them.
What if I am wrong? What if she asked me where this all came from and all I said was that it came from a dream? That does not exactly make any sense. Doubting your parents and who you are all because of a silly dream.
Maybe it's best to leave it at that? Just a plain dream and nothing more.
"Come now darling, let me help you sit up. I know that you are all grown up but can I feed my baby girl?" Her eyes were pleading, as if I were already planning to leave the house and grow up.
"Of course mother, I would love it if you would."
She helped me sit up and she placed the fluffy pillow behind me to make me feel more comfortable, in which I did. She took the spoon and softly blew on the soup. I stared at her the whole time she did this. Watching her makes me second-guess my suspicions and myself.
After my feeding session my mother and I became bored. We then both decided that we should play a game.
We played every game that was not physically tiring that we could think of and so we ended up playing cards.
I haven't had this much bonding time with my mother since I started school. I became very busy and so did she. Hours of alone time gave me a chance to observe my mother. She looked like she was still in her mid twenties. She still looked young and pure. Her golden waves cascading down her shoulders and her blue orbs that just catches anyone's attention. She is absolutely beautiful.
The game of cards lasted for hours. My mother has beaten me in almost every game. In my good nature I cannot accept defeat. I was naturally a competitive player. Every single time I lost I would ask for more rounds and yet I still lots.
The whole time we were together I realized how much I did not know my own mother. How I was not even paying attention to her hobbies, likes and dislikes. A wave of guilt went through me. I'm her daughter I should know such things.
A few minutes past eight, my father arrived from work. Both my mother and I were astounded by the fact that he came home so early, he usually comes home around midnight.
"Darling, I'm home. Where are you?" Father called from downstairs.
Mother immediately froze. She turned to face me eyes wide from realization.
"Oh honey, I forgot to cook dinner!"
"Mother…" I giggled. I could not help it; her face was so comical that holding my laughter was inevitable.
"Oh stop it you!" She giggled along and gave me a playful push.
I just smiled at her. I never thought having alone time with my mother would be fun.
"Albert dear! I'm upstairs in Elle's room."
"What are you doing there?"
We both heard his footsteps going up the stairs and straight to my room. I stared at my father. It was the first time I actually stared at him for a long time, looking at his features. He was tall and lean and very handsome might I add. He did not look a year over thirty. He has brown wavy hair that framed his face perfectly. His eyes were warm and had auburn hues. My parents were the perfect couple, at least in my mind.
"Having Woman to woman talks are we now?"
We giggled at my father comment.
"Dear I haven't started dinner. Do you mind keeping our princess company for the time being?"
"Of course love! Would not have it any other way."
My mother kissed my father's cheek then sent me a smile and went straight down the stair to cook supper.
"So Elle, what happened to my little girl?"
I giggled once again. Now it was our turn to bond.
My Father and I talked about everything under the sun and my marriage not even once came out form his mouth. If only every single day of my life would be like this.
A few minutes later mother came with a tray of food. He told my father to get the other trays downstairs for we are having a family dinner in my room.
We ate a hearty meal and enjoyed each other's company till dawn. We talked about the past and how much I have grown. My parents told me stories of how they met and about their first date. I never expected my father to be a clumsy fellow and yet he was. My mother told me he would often stumble and stutter during their dates. I was having the time of my life. Never have I spent this much time with my parents.
It was time for bed and I did not want them to leave. I told my parents to sleep in my room next to me. Even just for tonight. They looked at each other, smiled and both agreed that that was a good idea.
They changed clothes they gathered in my room ready for bed. They both settled on each side of my bed leaving me in the middle. Their breathing slowed its pace, quickly informing me that they're fast asleep.
I once again stared at the ceiling. Maybe the reason I began over analyzing my dream was because I felt distant from my parents. Maybe doubting my parents was not what I needed but time with them.
My decision is final then. I won't ask them anything. I was exactly where I am supposed to be.