It was small, cheerful in color, with its blunted edges, as if it had been kept in a drawer for many years. My father was holding her in the palm of her hand, and her hand was shaking so hard that he almost dropped it.
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“Open it, Emilia,” she said softly. Please, please.
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We took another step back.
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I don’t want to open anything. I want to get out of here.
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For the first time, I saw something I had never noticed on my father’s face before. There was no anger and no impatience. It was a sadness so deep that it seemed to have aged him ten years in a single instant.
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“Please listen to me for two minutes,” he said. After that, if you want to leave, I’ll take you home right now.
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I took the phone out of my pocket and held it tight in my hand. I wasn’t going to let him get back to get back. I looked at the path I had come on, trying to remember my way back.
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“Speak from there,” I said. And don’t get close to me.
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My father agreed and sat on the old bench. He opened the box slowly, then turned it towards me.
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There was no engagement ring inside.
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It was a small, gold medallion, heart-shaped.
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On his surface were engraved two initials: E and A.
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What is this? I asked.
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Dad passed his finger over the locket.
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It belonged to your mother.
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I felt a cold shiver.
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My mother is home.
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He closed his eyes for a few seconds.
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“Dammar is the woman who raised you, Emilia. And he loves you more than anything in the world. But it’s not the woman who brought you into the world.
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I felt the ground running from under my feet.
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What?
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My father looked up at me.
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Your biological mother was named Ana.
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I started laughing nervously. It was a short laugh, with no sign of cheerfulness. It seemed to me that I was just entering a nightmare from which I could not wake up.
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It’s not funny, Dad. If that’s a joke, it’s the worst joke you’ve ever made.
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It is not a joke.
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He took out an old photo from his pocket and placed it next to the box. In the picture appeared a young woman, brunette, with green eyes, holding a baby wrapped in a white blanket.
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I watched the photo and felt my heart tighten.
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That woman looked strikingly at me.
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It had the same eye shape, the same nose and the same pitipe in the left cheek. It was like watching a photo of myself taken in a few years.
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“I went into the forest with my father. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and said, ‘We’re finally alone. Come here, let me kiss you. I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time.’ I stepped back in horror. But Dad moved closer, grabbed my shoulders, and whispered, ‘Don’t be afraid, sweetheart. Your mother will never find out what happened between us.’ I began to tremble. And when he said, ‘I’ve waited 19 years for this moment,’ I felt as though my heart had stopped…” My name is Emilia. I’m 19 years old. My father, Robert, is 54, and my mother, Margareta, is 51. I had always been very close to my dad. Ever since I was little, he had protected me, helped me with my homework, and taken me for walks every Sunday. He was the person I trusted most in the world. But over the past few months, his behavior had started making me uncomfortable. He would often stare at me for minutes at a time. Whenever I noticed, he would smile and say: “You’ve grown into a very beautiful young woman.” At first, I didn’t pay much attention to his words. But one day, Dad suddenly asked me a strange question. “Emilia, if I kissed you one day, would you be upset with me?” I started laughing. “Dad, what kind of question is that? You kiss me on the cheek all the time!” His expression became serious. “I mean something different.” At that very moment, Mom walked into the kitchen. Dad immediately fell silent. I was left confused, unable to understand what he meant. The following week, he suggested that we go into the forest together. “Just the two of us,” he said. “I want us to spend a few hours alone.” Mom overheard our conversation. “Robert, why the forest of all places?” Dad smiled awkwardly. “Because no one will disturb us there.” Mom said nothing, but her face turned pale. I already had a feeling that something wasn’t right. Nevertheless, I agreed to go. On Sunday morning, we left home. Dad was unusually quiet in the car. Every now and then, he glanced at me, only to turn his attention back to the road. After about forty minutes, we arrived at the forest. At first, we followed an ordinary trail, but then Dad suggested that we venture deeper among the trees. “I want to show you a wonderful place.” “Dad, there’s hardly anyone around here.” “That’s exactly why I brought you here.” I began to feel uneasy. A few minutes later, we reached an old wooden bench. Dad stopped, looked around, and then turned toward me. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand. “We’re finally alone.” I looked at him in surprise. “What’s going on?” He looked directly into my eyes. “Emilia, come here. Let me kiss you.” Instinctively, I stepped back. “Dad, why are you talking like that?” He took a step toward me. “Because I’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time.” I felt my heart beating faster and faster. “What are you trying to tell me?” Dad placed one hand on my shoulder. “Don’t be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you.” I immediately pushed his hand away. “Dad, please, stop coming closer.” His expression changed. “Emilia, you’ve misunderstood me.” “THEN EXPLAIN YOURSELF!” He glanced toward the old bench. “First, I want you to do something for me.” “What?” “Close your eyes.” I froze. “Why?” “Trust me. Just for a few seconds.” “NO!” Dad let out a deep sigh. “I’ve waited nineteen years for this day.” At that moment, I remembered all his strange words. “You’ve grown into a very beautiful young woman.” “If I kissed you, would you be upset with me?” “No one will disturb us there.” I slowly began backing away. “I want to go home.” Dad reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. “Emilia, please. Look at this first.” I asked in a trembling voice: “What’s inside?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he said: “Your mother must never find out that I brought you here.” What happened next? Read the continuation in the comments!
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