My brain still felt like a haywire, buzzing continuously inside my of head. Questions after questions kept popping inside even when I kept pushing them away.
I looked at the clock for the umpth time before resuming to walk back and forth the living room. It was eight already and mom should be coming back anytime now. I had a lot of questions for her that didn't really allow me to keep my calm. I had never really questioned about my begetter's background. Initially I had, when I was very young and wanted my dad to come watch me perform a school skit, play sports, take me out on the weekends and gift me a lot of presents for my birthday but the my mom had always managed to divert my attention away from the topic.
It had always been a sensitive topic for me and my mother. And knowing the fu
