Craving

I am now holding onto the only thing that my parents left me with a necklace that is undeniably the same as the mark I saw on my eyes that night, Aunt Fatima made it clear, I am not blood-related to them, and that’s why he keeps on telling me that I brought misfortune to them.

My grandpa died when I was a kid, my granny had just gone missing one day, and the marriage between Aunt Fatima and Uncle George was ruined; he made me believe that all of these were my fault, that my life was equivalent to misfortune.

“Mom, Dad,” I mumbled to the air, “I hope you’re doing fine now,” unlike the other kids who were sent to a different family, I don’t feel any negative feelings towards my parents, they made the right choice by choosing a good family to leave me, and Aunt Fatima told me that they have the most sensible reason to leave me, they didn’t leave me because they want—they didn’t have the chance to choose.