It was a pleasant morning, today I'm going to my home, to meet my mumma and dadda. After almost two months, since past two months I was busy in my college projects and internship.
Oh sorry, sorry! Let me first introduce my self first, hehe.
Hi I'm Allena, Allena Wotson. I'm studying fine arts, yeah you guessed right, I wanted to be an artist.
As my family is not so rich, but I'm studying in Paris's best fine arts college, because of my scholarship which I get by my own.
I have a joint family which contains my mom, step dad ( who treats me like his own child), my uncle, my aunt (my father's elder brother and his wife), my step cousin sister and brother (both are younger then me just two and three years respectively).
My mom puts dadda's surname, Evans, but I used to like my dad's last name 'WOTSON'. He dies in accident when I was just a kid of year five or six. After his death mom suffer the most, and she again married with my daddy. His family doesn't like me just my mumma and dadda loves me.
So, enough of my family background, for now I'm sitting in the studio, doing some art work as for practice, it's my last day for next two weeks.
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Its evening time and I lands on my home town land, I missed living their. Soon I got home. And rung the bell, in some seconds gate burst open and my mumma comes in view, as I saw her I jump on her to hug her with excitement. But didn't get the response I hoped for.
Somewhere it's hurts me, unknowingly.
"Mom I missed you so much!" I said still hugged her.
"I missed you to baby!" She said differently, uhh don't mind.
"Where is dadda?" I asked about my dadda.
Yeah, I call my biological father as dad and my step father as dadda.
"He's inside waiting for you." she said and I run inside to meet him.
As soon as I saw him, I jumped on him to hugged him but he removes my hand from his and move backwards.
Its hurts me.
"Dadda, I missed you so much." I said but he just turned his face.
"Go to your room Allena, fresh n up then come for dinner." He said and moved from their.
Quietly I move towards my room, I feel sad, so sad. Whenever I comes back from Paris to meet them, always they welcomed me whole heartedly but today something is off there, neither I saw my aunt, uncle, or my cousins.
I took relaxing shower, changed into comfy cloths and headed down to have my dinner. But not knowing that this dinner will changed my whole life.
At dining table.
"Hey mumma, dadda where is everyone?" I asked them, as their my uncle, aunt and my both cousins are missing.
I don't love them, neither they loves me, but infront on my dadda I've to pretend all caring and loving.
"They're in the hospital." Dadda simply said, and I was beyond shocked.
"Wha...what happened, everything is alright na?" I asked out of concern.
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