Chapter 1
Kia’s pov
I didn’t want to go ask my mom for my birth certificate, but I needed it for my science class along with baby pictures.
She would always start a fight with me whenever I asked about my childhood.
There is literally no baby pictures of me at all.
Only of when I am older.
My mom said that they all got lost when they moved.
How can someone lose all those memories?
Sometimes I feel like she wished she never even had me.
If I don’t get something from her I will fail.
We are doing this whole genetic thing for science.
We even have to do our own DNA sample.
I would ask my dad, but he is away on a business trip.
My mom said he wouldn’t know anything because he was gone most of her pregnancy, and my younger years.
She acts like that is all my fault as well.
I was really dreading talking to her, but I put it off long enough.
I walked into the kitchen, and sat down.
Hopefully she was in a good mood today.
“Hey mom I am doing this project for my science class, and I need my birth certificate and some baby pictures.”
She just looked at me.
“Really Kia you’re going to sit there, and lie to me? Who put you up to this?”
Is she serious?
“No one mom here’s the paper from school see for yourself.”
She read the paper, and turned pale.
What was up with her?
“This is non-sense. Having to prove your DNA, and where you come from. I know exactly where you come from. You tell this teacher you will not be doing this project.”
“Mom it counts for half of my grade.”
“That’s not my problem. This is the last I want to hear about this non- sense. Do you hear me?”
“Yea mom I get it.”
I didn’t even stick around for breakfast.
I just got in my car, and drove to school.
Something serious was going on.
My mom was keeping something from me, and I think I know what it is.
I was adopted.
That had to be the reason why she didn’t want me to know my DNA.
I needed to talk to my science teacher and explain to him what I think was going on.
I was more determined than ever to do this project.
I needed answers, and I knew I would never get them from my mom.
I just can’t believe my dad wouldn’t tell me the truth.
When I asked him about my birth certificate he said he didn’t know what happened to it.
He never saw it when I was born.
I just find all of this to be odd.
What is my mothering hiding?
I stole my mom’s brush from her room earlier to do the DNA test.
Maybe now I will know the truth.
I need to know where I came from, and who I am.
Maybe then my mom and I can finally be close.
All this lying she has been doing has drove a wedge between us.
I don’t know why she feels she can’t just tell me that I’m adopted.
Maybe she’s scared I won’t love her anymore.
I need to show her that won’t ever happen.
I need to know the truth for me, but that won’t change anything between us.
