Chapter 2
Kia’s pov
I was so anxious for the past week waiting for the DNA results.
My mom kept asking me if I’ve seen her favorite brush, and I told her no.
I hated lying to her.
I wish my dad was here so I could talk to him about all of this.
Would he understand why I had to do this?
I needed to know who I was.
Once we got to class our teacher handed us an envelope with the results in them.
He told us not to open them until we got home.
I kept looking at that envelope not being able to think about anything else.
This one little envelope could change my whole life.
Once I was out of school I called my dad to see where he was.
I was happy when he said he was at home.
Now I didn’t have to find out the news all by myself.
I hurried home.
I was glad when my dad said my mom was out with friends.
I told him about the DNA test.
Surprisingly he wasn’t mad at all.
He told me I was not adopted, and now I would have the test to prove it.
We went into his office, and he opened the envelope.
When he looked at the results his face went white.
“Dad what is it?”
“This can’t be. It isn’t possible.”
“What does it say?”
“It says that there is no way you are our daughter. It has to be a mistake. I saw the ultrasound. I saw my wife get bigger. I felt you move. I swear to you Kia you are not adopted. I wasn’t there when you were born, but I was there when she brought you home from the hospital. You were so tiny. This test has to be wrong.”
The look in my dad’s eyes was pain.
I knew he had to be telling me the truth.
The test had to be wrong.
He told me to stay the night at a friend’s.
He wanted to talk to my mother about the test results.
I was scared my mom would hate me when she found out what I did behind her back.
What had I done?
I caused that pain in my dad’s eyes.
I should have believed him.
I should have told my science teacher I didn’t want to do this project.
Now I was going to destroy my family.
I was worried.
I packed a bag, and hurried to leave before my mother got home.
I kissed my dad and told him I was sorry.
He said none of this was my fault.
He told me once he had answers he would let me know.
He looked so broken.
What did I do?
What did all of this mean?
Who was I?
Where did I come from?
If I wasn’t there daughter then whose daughter was I?
Was I switched at birth?
I didn’t want to belong to another family.
Was my whole life all a lie?
