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[story] Truth

[b]PART 1[/b]<br/><br/>We are all looking for something. <br/><br/>I am looking for truth. <br/><br/>More specifically, I am looking for truth of my life.<br/><br/>How did I come to this world? – Of course I KNOW biologically how I came to this world, but, how? How did my mother and father meet each other? Did they ever fall in love with each other? Do they still love each other? <br/><br/>Or, am I just a result of lust and sex? <br/><br/>Or worse, am I just a “by-product” of sex? <br/><br/>This is what I am going to find out, as I determined on my eighteenth birthday. <br/><br/>That was a wonderful evening. I just turned adult, and my mother held a big party for me. Many people came to the party and brought me interesting gifts. Yet I had no idea who those people were. I couldn’t even recall their faces. <br/><br/>But I do remember one thing clearly: there were four single gentlemen at the party, and each of them kissed my mother on her cheek sweetly. <br/><br/>And then I wondered secretly, would one of those gentlemen be my father?  <br/><br/>I never hear anyone around me talking about my father. I never see his picture. I never listen to his voice or anything… <br/><br/>I, with half of my genes from my father, know nothing about him! <br/><br/>He gave me life, and yet he is the biggest mystery in my life.  <br/><br/>When I was still a kid, just like any kid without father, I asked my mother where father had gone. I wish she would tell me that he had died long time ago, or that he had run away with someone, or that he had gone to jail, or that he had abandoned us… <br/><br/>But no, my mother just hugged me softly and told me that one day I will know. <br/><br/>So I have stopped asking the silly question because I believe my mother.<br/><br/>One day I will find out the truth by myself. I will know who my father is. I will know whether my mother and father have ever fallen in love with each other.<br/><br/>One day I will know. <br/><br/>[b]PART 2[/b]<br/><br/>My dear mother passed away last year. <br/><br/>She was still beautiful when she was ill. I held her hand and sang her songs in those gloomy afternoons. <br/><br/>Then one day she asked the maid to pull out a big wooden box under the bed. The wooden box is made of walnut. There are flower decorations on the surface. <br/><br/>I had never seen that box before. <br/><br/>Somehow a strange feeling came through my feet. I was certain that something important was going to be revealed. Something that was so important that it would affect my whole life. <br/><br/>Was mother going to tell me who my father is?<br/><br/>I held myself straight up and waited anxiously. I was so tense that I felt like I was going to faint any moment. <br/><br/>Every second was passed with extreme patience. <br/><br/>Mother told the maid to open the lid.<br/><br/>So this was the moment! My father’s belongings would be shown in front of me! Maybe I could touch his clothes, or read his diary, or look at his photos… Most importantly, I would know who my father is! <br/><br/>The secret of my life was going to be revealed shortly!<br/><br/>Mother asked the maid to leave the room. Secretly I took a peek at the box. There were two albums in it. <br/><br/>There were just two albums in the box!<br/><br/>No clothes, no diary… But at least I could still look at his photos. I waited patiently. <br/><br/>Mother opened one album. She pointed at a photo – <br/><br/>I followed her finger immediately.<br/><br/>“Look how cute you were at your first birthday!” <br/><br/>There I was, with two ribbons on my head, smiling bashfully at the camera. <br/><br/>[b]PART 3[/b]<br/><br/>Mother shared more photos with me. Most of them were taken at my previous birthdays. <br/><br/>There was me dressing like a cowboy for my sixth birthday. I got my pony that year.<br/><br/>There was me dressing like a sailor for my fifteenth birthday. I got my yacht that year. Mother especially had the name “Ruby” painted on the yacht. But she never explained why she chose the name “Ruby.” <br/><br/>Then of course there was me at my eighteenth birthday party. Mother was sitting next to me. I was blowing off the candles. There were those four gentlemen standing behind us. <br/><br/>I took a deep breath secretly. I never knew that those gentlemen had taken a photo with us! And one of them could have been my father! Oh my god, my father might have taken a photo with mother and me! <br/><br/>I stared at the photo and thought hard. I didn’t know if I should point out the main question at that moment. <br/><br/>Although I was dying to know who my father is, I felt too embarrassed to ask the question. Mother once promised me that one day I will know who my father is, and I should trust her. <br/><br/>Well, maybe none of the gentlemen is my father. <br/><br/>You know, mother always kept any information about my father as secret as she could. Then why would she let him take a photo with us? <br/><br/>So probably none of the gentlemen is my father. <br/><br/>But – <br/><br/>I was still curious about them.<br/><br/>Mother never brought any man back home. I never hear her talking about male friends. I have the impression that her life had been going on without any male being involved. The four gentlemen are the only men I ever see kissing my mother. <br/><br/>“Mom,” I couldn’t help but my voice trembled, “Who are they?” <br/><br/>“They? Oh, they are old friends. I’m sure you will see them again pretty soon.”<br/><br/>[b]PART 4[/b]<br/><br/>Mother was right. I did meet the gentlemen again. <br/><br/>But not at a birthday party, I met them at my mother’s funeral. <br/><br/>The four gentlemen wore black suit. They quietly held my hand, but sorrow surrounded us. <br/><br/>After the funeral, they sat down with me with some document. The nice gentlemen were mother’s lawyers and accountants. <br/><br/>I signed my name on each document, and mother’s property was transferred to me. <br/><br/>“You are now a very rich girl,” they said. <br/><br/>“But without a family.”<br/><br/>“Your mother was very lucky to have your company all these years. You are her comfort.” One gentleman put his hand on my shoulder. <br/><br/>I felt some unspeakable weight. <br/><br/>There was still not a word about my father.<br/><br/>I had a lot of questions in my head, but I didn’t know how to form the proper questions with proper words. <br/><br/>There was silence among us. <br/><br/>Then we said goodbye. <br/><br/>Maybe I could have got what I want from the gentlemen. But I just had the feeling that I wouldn’t get the answer from other people. I could only find out the truth by myself. <br/><br/>So I am going to find out the truth. <br/><br/>I start to clean up mother’s belongings. <br/><br/>She liked wearing dresses. The wardrobe is filled with different kinds of dresses. I put on a piece of grey dress with purple lace. It fits perfectly well.<br/><br/>I try a pair of purplish grey high heels. They also fit perfectly well. <br/><br/>I look at the mirror, and I see mother standing in front of me.<br/><br/>Suddenly a terrible thought crosses my mind.<br/><br/>[b]PART 5[/b]<br/><br/>I turn over mother’s hats and look for a piece of hair. <br/><br/>I only need a piece of hair. <br/><br/>Then I should have the truth. <br/><br/>After sending the hair samples to the laboratory, I sit down on an armchair and open the wooden box. There are two albums. <br/><br/>I still remember the day that I first saw these albums. The strange feeling came back to me.<br/><br/>I open both albums. The pictures in the albums appear in front of my eyes – <br/><br/>They are exactly the same.<br/><br/>Pieces of details are now joining together…<br/><br/>A few days later the laboratory sends me back the report. It says that the samples are from the same person.<br/><br/>And the samples are actually from mother and me.<br/><br/>So…<br/><br/>I am stunned with the truth, however well I have prepared myself to accept: mother never met my father. <br/><br/>I simply don’t have any father.<br/><br/>My “father” never exists – because I am “made” with mother’s DNA. <br/><br/>I am just another successful experiment as Dolly the Sheep…<br/> <br/>Dolly the Sheep. <br/><br/>This is the truth I have been looking for. <br/><br/>This is the truth of my life. <br/><br/>This is the truth I am really unwilling to accept, and yet I must accept…<br/><br/>
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Alas, I know it is a dumb story, but at least it is finished... kind of... <br/>

We are all looking for something...all of our life...<br/>What an&nbsp;excellent ending,&nbsp;exciting story!&nbsp;<br/>Await for the next one [em58]

yeah..............So interesting!!!!!
GREAT!!

Only if you had that Golden Compass…

The cool thing is, the little girl has "a" parent who really want her to exist in this world.s