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Kene's Pov

I withdraw myself from the hug as I make up my mind to explain everything going on to the Senator.

"Sir... There's something I need to explain to you." I tell him.

"Alright, go on sweetheart." He says smiling as he held both my hands in his huge palms.

His smile was really beautiful. It brought a kind of warmth I've never felt before. The kind of warmth only a father could bring. The father I apparently didn't have.

"I'm not your daughter. I look like your daughter but I'm not your daughter." I say, hoping to get him to understand. I obviously end up making him more confused as his forehead squeezes.

"You look like my daughter but you're not my daughter?" He asks, puzzled.

"Yes sir, exactly." I reply.

"What do you mean by that?" He asks, getting comfortable on the bed.

I try to put my thoughts together. How was I even supposed to explain something I didn't understand yet?

Although, my subconscious had come up with two theories. One was the popular doppleganger myth; that every single person has an exact replica somewhere in this world. That was the first logical thing that came to me. My brother had mentioned things about it before. However, I knew deep down that that was utterly insane and unrealistic.

The second which I was slowly leaning onto was that we were twins. But I just couldn't place how? How can I be a twin?

I feel conflicted as I get ready to tell him everything that happened.

"I was running home this morning when I bumped into a girl that looks exactly like me, from head to toe. That's your daughter. We were even wearing the same kind of clothes sir. Then-" He interrupts me just then.

"So you were wearing the same clothes as my own daughter?" He asks with mock interest, making me feel stupid.

"Wonderful." He says loudly, laughing.

"Sir I'm being serious. Please listen to me."

"Okay, okay fine, I'm listening." He says, comically shaking the smile from from his face.

He placed his fist on his chin as he waited for me to talk.

"I was very confused sir. Very, very. Then she ran away. I don't know where she was running to."

"Mhmm." He interjects with interest as he adjusted himself once again on the bed. He reminded me of Fatiya when she was in her gist mode.

"Immediately she ran, a car just hit her."

"Ahh." He exclaims but I could detect the humor behind it. Why isn't this man taking me seriously? I was already growing frustrated.

"Sir I'm being serious here."

"And did I say you weren't being serious?" He asks sarcastically. His phone chimes just then, interrupting our discussion.

"Oh just look at this Adanma. I really have to go now." He says as he looked through his phone. In no second, he was out of the door leaving me to myself once again.

I fall back on the bed with a groan. When I do that, I feel my head hit something. Ouch.

I sit back up to check what I had hit. It was a laptop.