Runaway Part VI

"I wanted to give this to you. It's from your mother."

These words shocked me. How could there be a note from my mother? I had so many questions, how old is this note, does this note mean I can find my real mother?

"How.....how long have you had this note? Did you just get it recently?"

The reply came quickly.

"11 years, or at least how ever since you came to Dwindley's."

This answer made no sense. How many times had I asked, if they had anything from my real family. Countless times they told me I was dropped off on a doorstep with no note, not a thing. This was when I learned that people lie, so they can "protect" you, from harsh truths. I wouldn't call this protecting at all, though. It was just hurting me even more.

"Why have you kept this note secret, for all these years?"

I knew that the anger burning inside of me was translating in my voice. I could tell Julie knew I was mad, that nervous look in her eyes had changed to an apologetic one. Well, what did she expect, for me not to be even a bit angry,to let the constant lie that had lasted over 11 years, to just roll off my shoulder? That was not going to happen, I am not that type of person. Julie answered my question after a long pause.

"I don't know why it was wrong, I know . To keep that one thing from your mother away from you. I....I....just thought it might be better that way. I am so sorry."

I saw her eyes starting to water. She really did feel bad. I couldn't carry an angry tone anymore. At least she gave the note to me now instead of never. The one question I had always wanted answered I asked then.