I’m almost near our house when I noticed a luxury car in front of our home.

My eyebrows furrowed.

Do we have a visitor?

Who might that be?

It was not as if we couldn’t have a wealthy visitor. My family is kind of rich, I mean my parents have a stable job, we can have the material things that we want. We also have a car but not as expensive as that car.

I shake my head as I was almost in our house.

What’s the big deal, Alli? Why are you that curious?! I scolded myself.

I was holding the doorknob when I suddenly felt nervous. This was so weird! Why am I getting nervous? Did something happen?

I slowly open the door. When I went in, I got all the people’s attention. My mom, dad, and my young brother were looking at me. They look shocked!

Wait?! Why do they look so nervous? What is happening? I then looked at our visitor. I don’t know who they were. They look like a couple. Younger couple than my mom and dad. They also look in my direction. They smiled at me, but tears were visible in their eyes.

What is happening?!

Can somebody tell me?!

Why my heart keeps on beating crazily?!

"Alli,” my mom called me.

I went to my parents to greet them and kiss them.

“Mom, it looks like you have a visitor.” I just said.

My mom just smiled at me, but sadness was visible in her eyes.

“Alli, we have a confession to make. Listen to us and try to understand everything that we were about to tell you.” My mom said in a serious tone.

I saw that their eyes were all teary. Their actions make me more anxious. What is happening? Why are their eyes sad? Did someone die?

“What is really happening? I’m so confused! And who are these people?” I said, almost hysterical.

"A-alli, they are your b-biological parents.” My mom softly confessed.

My eyes widen, and tears flowed from my eyes. I look at the couple who they claim as my biological parents. They were smiling at me. They don’t know if they will come to me or what. While I stay still, no emotion or whatsoever.

"Alli, sorry if we didn’t tell you the truth..." my mom said, now crying.

"It’s okay. I already had a hint.”

They all got shocked by what I said. I wanted to laugh. Since I was young, people were always telling me that I’m just an adopted child. Even my dad teases me sometimes. I never believe that I was an adopted child because they never make me feel like one.

They loved me just the same as my younger brother. But as I grow up, I don’t resemble my parents nor my brother.

“Since I was young, people always tease me that I’m just an adopted child, remember? Though you always make it sound like a joke.” I said coldly.

I honestly don’t know what I should feel nor how I should react right now.

"Alli..." mom’s calling me.

"Don't worry, mom, I did not take that against you. I’m thankful because even though I’m not your biological daughter, you love me just the same. I am even more spoiled than Dennis.” I told her.

I can’t stop myself from crying. I wiped my tears and looked at my biological parents. I smiled and greeted them.

"Hi!"

"Allison!" The woman said.

She went to me and hugged me. She keeps on crying. The man beside him also hugs me. He was trying to stop himself from crying.

We decided to have our dinner in our house and to tell me why I end up with my adopted parents.

They did not give me to my adopted parents. My mom had an early pregnancy; my grandparents drive my parents out of their house.

My parents both came from a wealthy family, but my father’s parents are against their relationship because they already arranged my father to someone.

My dad stopped attending school and started to work for my mom and me. That was the time that they met my adopted parents.

My adopted mom and dad were having a hard time bearing a child. The frustration of having a child-led my parents to be close with them. The reason why my mom was always at our house to take care of me while my parents were working.

At first, my parents were still able to sustain our needs. Until I became sick, they need a huge amount of money for my recovery. At that time, my mom's parents were out of the country. My dad went to his parents to asked for help. They did help us, but they want my dad to go abroad to study and be trained for their business.

My dad had no choice but to agree to their condition. My mom can’t accept it. That’s why she got mad at my dad. My mom thought of going back to her parents and beg to take us. My mom left me first with my adopted mom because she kind of scared that her parents will reject us. She doesn’t want me to experience being rejected.

Unexpectedly, my mom’s parents accepted us with open arms. My mom went back to my adopted parents, but they had already left. My mom thought that they run away from her to steal me because they can’t have a child. My mom felt so miserable at that time. She hired a private investigator to look for them, but none of the private investigators they hired found me.