Yes. We have started the legal procedures for adoption, and after everything ended, you officially became our daughter. We already had four years of marriage and we wanted a child very much.
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I started browsing the photos. In one of them, Robert was holding a baby. In another, my mother was giving me milk with the bottle. Then came my first days of kindergarten, the first day of school and all the anniversaries I remembered.
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My life was there in front of me.
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It was just her beginning than I thought.
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Why did you hide the truth from me? I asked again.
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Robert put his hands on the table.
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At first, I was telling ourselves that you were too small. Then, when you grew up, we feared that you would think we had lied to you all my life. And with each passing year, it became harder to find the right time.
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“But it wasn’t your decision to take this truth from me.”
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The mother agreed.
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You are right.
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For the first time, they didn’t try to defend themselves. They didn’t say they had done everything for my own good. They simply admitted that they were wrong.
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I spent a long time looking at a photo of Ana. He looked so much like me that it seemed to me that I could have heard his voice if I had looked at him carefully enough.
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Why did you take me to the woods? I asked Robert.
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He took the medallion out of his pocket.
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“Because there, next to that bank, Ana told me for the first time that she was pregnant. She was scared and didn’t know what to do. I sat next to her for almost three hours, trying to reassure her.
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He opened the medallion. Inside were two tiny photos: one with Ana and another with a baby.
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After you were born, I put your photo here. I kept the medallion all these years, because I wanted to give it to you when you were ready to find out the truth.
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I reached out my hand and took it.
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On the back was a sentence engraved:
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“Wherever you are, my love will go with you.”
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I started crying again.
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Did she write that?
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Robert agreed.
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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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