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Shadows of the Past

A True Story

By Gen-Z Writes.Published 3 years ago • 3 min read
Shadows of the Past
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Today, I have the pleasure of introducing you to Sapphira, a young woman full of strength. She’s 20 years old and has graciously agreed to share her story with us. Let’s lend our ears to Sapphira as she unfolds her narrative.

Chapter 1: Lost and Found Hello, I’m Sapphira, and here’s my story: When I was just 3 years old, my bond with my father was something magical. We were inseparable, and his love for me knew no bounds. Every day, he would shower me with affection, and I reveled in his warm presence. But then, one day, something terrible happened. My father disappeared, just like that, without a warning. I searched for him everywhere, clutching my pillow at night, tears staining my cheeks as I whispered prayers for his return. But he never did. Two agonizing years passed, and I was now 5 years old. The pain of my father’s absence had become a heavy burden I carried. Then, one day, my mother came to me with a glimmer of hope. She dressed me up, hinting at a mysterious journey ahead. I had no clue where we were headed, but something about our destination felt strangely familiar. As we arrived at our destination, my heart skipped a beat. The place felt strangely familiar, like a memory from a long time ago. It was a house that triggered fragments of my distant past. Inside the house, I was surrounded by people whose faces I couldn’t quite remember. But then, I locked eyes with my father, and a rush of emotions flooded over me. I was ecstatic, tears of joy in my eyes, and a radiant smile on my face. My feelings were a whirlwind – tears of happiness, a heart full of joy, and a smile that just wouldn’t fade. It was as if, for the first time since my father disappeared, I was truly happy. When I saw my father, I felt like everything I had lost had suddenly come back to me, and now we could all be happy together just like before. But little did I know that what happened next was something I wasn’t mentally prepared for, something I had never even imagined could happen. I was only five years old at the time, and I had already faced difficulties that most adults would find extremely hard to handle. May no one has to go through what I experienced.

Chapter 02: A Twist of Fate I heard a girl’s voice from behind me, saying, “Come here, Sapphira.” When I turned to look, I was utterly surprised. I had no idea what this girl was doing at my father’s house, especially when she should have been with my mother because she was my mother’s younger sister. I glanced at my mother, who had an odd sadness on her face, and tears welled up in her eyes, as though she was in pain. At that time, I couldn’t understand what was going on because I was very young. Afterward, my father and my aunt took me into a bedroom. On the bedroom wall, I noticed pictures of my father and my aunt hanging. In my curiosity, I asked my father why he had gone away and why my aunt was with him instead of my mother. My father remained silent for a couple of minutes, and then he told me something shocking. He said, “Dear, from now on, don’t call her your aunt. She’s your second mother. Call her ‘mom’.” Hearing this, I experienced a strange sensation. No child can bear such a sudden revelation, and it's something impossible to comprehend. In my frustration, I told my father that she wasn’t my mother, she was my aunt, and he should come back home with me. My father’s face showed confusion, as if he was trying to figure out how to explain all this to me and what answer to give. Then, he led me out of the room.

To be Continued…

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    Written by Gen-Z Writes.