I woke up alone in my bed. Today was a Saturday and I assume that my mother and father did not want to wake me so early. I felt so much better than before. Not having any doubt in my mind made everything better.

I changed my clothes and got ready for the day that was to come. I was about to go down for breakfast when I heard my parent talking in low whispers by the stairs.

"Do you think that she is of the right age to tell her? We should be rational when it comes to these things."

"Rational? Honey, this is not a case at work, this our daughter and this is her life. This is not just any information, this is her identity."

"I know dear, I know. But do you really think that this is the right choice? We are happy as a family. She doesn't need anything else. Her not knowing won't do her any harm. We don't even know if they're alive."

"Albert, she has the right to know."

"Is her right to know enough to sacrifices this families relationship? She won't be the same once we tell her…"

I cannot believe this. After finally believing that there's no possibility of me being adopted I hear this. How dare they keep this from me? They are selfish! I could not take it anymore. I walked down stairs and in front of me were my parent's horrified looks.

"Mother… Father… How? How could you?!"

Tears came streaming from my eyes. I felt hurt and betrayed. Everything they told me, they were lies. All lies!

I pushed pass they and ran out the door. I did not want to hear their excuses nor their apologies. All I want was to be alone.

I hear them running after me. I quickened my pace trying my best to lose them. I went to the only place I knew I could be alone. Once I looked back they were no longer in sight.

I slowed down, catching my breath; the tears that won't stop falling blurred my vision. I can't believe it. All my emotions were stirring me up inside. I ran. I ran as fast as I could towards Kensington Park. How lucky was I that not a single soul was out this early.

I walked towards a tree. The tree that I spent hours under, just doing whatever I please, either reading a book or sketching. Flashbacks of my childhood came creeping in my mind. I remembered how my so-called father and mother would walk around this park and I' d sneak away just to climb this tree. The sights that can be seen from the top are most magnificent.

While walking down memory lane, I found myself climbing the tree from my younger years. The wind graced my face. I breathed in the scent of nature. I forced myself to reach the top just in time to get a glimpse of sunrise.

Staring at the beautiful hues made me forget everything that has every happened. I felt so calm and peaceful. Nothing in the world could take me away from this. This is exactly what I needed.

I began to wonder. Were the images in my head my real parents? If so, how on earth did they appear in my dream for I have never thought of myself being adopted. My thoughts shifted to my known parents back home. Guilt began building inside me; I know that they would be so worried by now.

I can handle this. I would have to face them sooner or later. Now would be the time to do so. Climbing down the tree I started to think of all the possibilities. Did they adopt me from my real parents? Or was I in a foster home? Do they even know my real parents at all?

Thoughts running through my head distracted me from reality. Before I knew it I was in front of the house I lived in all my life. I hesitantly reached for the door. Then I panicked.

What would I do when I see them? What would I say? Am I to apologize for running off? Should I even go back?

So many questions kept interrupting my train of thought that I could not think straight. I had no idea of what to expect.

I summed up all the courage that I could at the moment and opened the door wide. As I walk through the halls bits and pieces of my childhood could be noticed. How I ripped the wallpaper, burned the rug and shattered the glass cabinet that was now covered with cloth. I must say that I was one wild child.

Sadness engulfed me completely. Tears were once again staining my face. As I moved closer to the dining area I hear my mother sobbing. My father was doing what he could to calm her down but he knew that the only way to soothe her was for me to come home.

I took a deep breath and slowly revealed myself in front of them.

Albert tapped Rosetta's shoulder to show her I was there, that I was okay.

She ran towards me. I feel her shaking through the tears. She kept saying that she was sorry, that I had the right to know. Even though I felt wronged. I can never take in the sight ,of my known mother, crying.

I pulled away from her. I looked straight at her and smiled. Being mad at them won't do anything. I know that they were only doing that to protect me.

"It's alright mother, father. I can never stay mad at the both of you…" I wiped away my mothers tears and hugged her.

She cried harder.

My father walked towards us I felt him shedding a few tears as well as he joined in on our hug.

Once we all collected ourselves, they knew that I needed the truth. I didn't know how to begin or what to say. Luckily they did.

"Honey, we both apologize for keeping something this important, a secret. We just didn't think it through. We never thought that you'd need to know since we do look a like. But we were gravely mistaken."

Mother tried her best not to cry as she said those words. I only wish that it wasn't a heavy burden for them to bear.

"You know that your mother and I Love you very much Elle. From the bottom of our hearts-"

"I know father. I know mother. What I want to know is how? How did you get me? How was I given? Did you meet my biological parents at all?"

I knew that they could sense my desperation. I need to know who my real parents are.

They both shifted in their seats trying to form proper sentences to summarize the story.

Father held mothers soft white hands in his. Trying to calm her down.

Then I sensed it. The story was about to begin.