Chapter 6
Two or three minutes later, I had
pulled myself up again, a bit. I couldn’t help but hammer the same sentence
again and again. “Finally i found something about her!”
Clutching the paper and binder, I
quickly went over to my dad.
“What took you so long?” he questioned
and i mumbled something about not finding binder that easily. I handed it to
him and went towards the tables where my aunts placed all the foods and drinks.
I grabbed a glass of water and let it go through my throat, pondering what to
do. From the corner of my eye, I saw Uncle Howie coming near the table I stood
by and taking a beer. Immediately an idea flashed in my mind.
“Uncle Howie?” I said sweetly.
“Yes pumpkin?”
“Uhmm...I wanna ask you something that
is really important to me and you know the answer i reckon.”
“If it’s something I know, then ask.”
“Uhmm...do you have some information
about my mother?” I asked hesitantly.
He looked down, his smile had faded
away. He raised his head and looked into my eyes with a serious look.
“I’m sorry honey but I can’t tell you
anything about it.”
“Why?” I cried.
“Cos that’s what your dad told us 17
years ago. We all promised not to tell you anything. I’m so sorry.” He said and
with quick steps he walked over to their manager.
I was desperate. Man, didn’t I have
the chance to know her? I entered kitchen, where i saw my second hope, AJ
Mclean.
“Hey Uncle AJ!” I said sweetly. Again.
“Hey kiddo.”
“Uhmm...I...I think you know something
about my mother.” I piped up. His smile faded away and i saw the same serious
look on his face.
“Sorry girl, but i can’t tell you
anything about her.”
“Why? Don’t tell me the same promise
thing!!”
“Sorry, we promised and i just can’t
tell it.”
“C’mon Uncle Bone, I know you can’t
keep secrets.”
He let out a small laugh. “Well, that
was back then when i was young. You learn something as years pass by.”
“So don’t you think it’s time for me
to know my mother? I lived 17 years of my life without a mother, let me live
the rest at least with some information. Please Uncle AJ, i beg you.” I said
and gave him one of my most desperate looks, knowing that he couldn’t stand. He
sighed.
“I didn’t tell you that her name is
Elizabeth Petterson and she lives in Ruskin right?” he whispered.
“Yeah Uncle AJ, you didn’t.” I replied, my heart beating non-stop.
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