Dianne ! ..Yes . The person I could always share my stories, the english teacher. I was so happy To see her.
"Dianne ! ..I have some stories to tell you..Will you listen ?"
I asked.
"Yeah Sure."
said Dianne while facepalming
"Remember about what I told you ?"
"About Kyara, your long lost taken daughter ?" Said Dianne being interested in the story
"I think...I saw her."
I mumbled .
"No,.Its impossible,."
She said unbelievably.
"Wait...are you saying that she is dead ?"
"No..Its just..You borned her not in this country.
"Yeah.Thats really true..But, who knows.All in the hands of god.."
Dianne nods understand.
I sip a bit of coffee at the canteen since this is recess time. Right after I want to stand up, I saw that girl. again. right after class, Again. This morning . again. Wait,.did she see me ?..was I too obvious in class ? Urgh..
Dianne looked at me ," Hey ! whats wrong ?"
"No..Thats her..the girl.The one whom I thought was my daughter.."
I said staring at the girl.
"I am sure that I heard her friend said , Kyara."
"maybe you missheard..Anyway..is that her ?.."
answered Dianne.
I nodded only .
Dianne was clearly watching at what I was watching.
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RandomA Girl, Kyara. Who was just entering Form 1 (13 years old) .Never know that the teacher in her school is her birth mother. Suprisingly, after all the curiosity, The teacher, Amylia ..Kyara's Birth mother knew about it. She tries her best to take car...
