Never really knew what was my past. I didn't have much memories with my Appa nor my Oma I only remember that it was my fifth birthday . My Oma , My Appa and my small sibling in my mother belly kicking giving me the opportunity to feel the kick which made me so happy that I ate three packets of gummies because it made me more happy.
Night came my mom cooked dinner
my dad in his laptop and me chewing gummy while watching my fav cartoon
After dinner I ran up to my room to bring a drawing I made to show my Appa and Oma our little Family with the new member
As I ran down to the living room with my drawing . My whole life was shattered
I saw blood flowing from my Oma's head and my Appa being dragged out of the door
I wasn't able to see anyone cause I was in shook of the spectacle that just happened
When one of the guy who was with them came up to me with a carver and told me that " little girl do you know that ur little sibling who is in your Oma's belly is the reason for this"
I wasn't able to resolve anything in my brain
he than took the Craver and stab my Oma's big belly hearing my mom last cry as she went to heaven raising her finger to me
As I went forward to touch my Oma the other man pulled me by my collar and carried me out as he carried me out I saw another man shot my Appa in the head . I wriggled to go to my Appa but the man was too strong for me and threw me in a trunk.
I wasn't able to touch my Oma for the last time, my little sibling who wasn't even born
And my Appa I was crying the whole ride
I didn't even know where they were taking me ,
after 2 days staying in the car trunk
They finally Took me out and handed me to an old couple who were at there sixty's
my eyes were swollen with crying
both the old couple took me inside and the last word I heard from the three men was
" Take care of this girl and make her forget what happened to her family "
Later that night the old couple made me feel warm though still not forgetting what happened
they made me mashed potatoes and fried chicken for dinner and at night when I wasn't able to sleep the grandma recited story and made me listen to some songs .
After a year I was comfortable with them I stared to open up to them. I call them Pa and Ma. They treated me like I was with my Appa and Oma they even changed my name Now I have a new name. They named me Lia (meaning bearer of good news. )
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✿To be continued ✿