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My brother doesn't want me

I looked at Kevin. He looked tense while driving his car. I need answers about who I am, I convince myself again.

"How old are you?" I asked him. He looked at me and turned his face away from me. I thought he wouldn't answer my question, but he didn't.

"Twenty-five," he answered a few moments later. Twenty-five? So he's older. But it was obvious, he looked extremely tall and stocky. Not at all similar to Kenzo. They're completely different.

"Then, how old am I?" I asked him again. He looked at me in astonishment.

"You asked me?" he asked while laughing non-stop. I looked at him for a moment, then immediately turned my eyes away. I feel a little upset.

"I don't even know who I am, how do I know that?" askaku. He took a deep breath after he stopped laughing, then looked at me.

"Kenzo is eighteen now. Two more months, it'll be nineteen years old" he said, taking his eyes off me.

I am eighteen years old now too. That means my foster parents didn't change my age.

But I'm sure this person beside me, the one who had put his gun to my head was definitely not my brother! But he's Kenzo's brother, that means he's my brother too. Ah, no-no.

But, I don't know! Her brother? Yes, of course! Nah! Nah!

"Stop!" I screamed and Kevin immediately stopped the car and looked at me to see what was going on. I gasped and closed my eyes.

"What's wrong?" Kevin asked in a different tone. He sounds like he cares. Ah, no! Where could he care.

"I screamed at the voices in my head to stop, not at you .." I said with a slight embarrassment. He said nothing and started driving again.

I'm trying to catch my breath. I thought about my 'mother. What does she look like? Is he going to hug me? Then why doesn't he want me and give me to someone else?

Oh my God, what am I thinking? Mammy? A hug? Nah! They're not my family! A mother will never throw away her child.

"How many brothers do you have?" aska I want to know. If they're my family, I should know everything.

"Only me and Kenzo" he said, hardening the word 'only'. It really pisses me off. I know he doesn't want me, but at least he can appreciate me.

"Don't worry. I can't believe this either!" my spoken.

Moments later, he parked his car in front of a house. I stared at the house. The house looks very comfortable to live in.

I don't know who lives there and takes care of the house until it looks so beautiful. Is that their home?

I don't know who lives there, and if it's their home, but it feels different. I could feel the warmth enveloping me, even though I never went inside.

Kevin pulled my hand into a room and before he opened the other door, I took a deep breath. That's when the door opened and I saw it .. Her. He looked at me with wide eyes. We both froze. She ...

I was afraid that what I thought was true. I will be devastated again when they say that they have intentionally left me, they do not want me. They'll beat you up too, just like my foster family. I don't want this.

I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on my breathing. When I opened my eyes, I saw him still staring at me. Those wrinkled eyes seemed to be estimating so many stories. Pain, sadness, and the strangest.

Suddenly I came out of my mind. I shook my head and quickly turned around. I gotta get out of here. I can't do this. I'm not ready yet. I started to step my feet to go ...

"Khanza .." call her softly.

The voice, so clear and beautiful, ran through my ears like a melody. I felt warm when I heard it. Suddenly my heart ached and tears flowed from my eyelids. Feels real. It felt like that voice would make me happy every day. The voice seemed so close to me, as if I had heard it since I was not born.

I can't hold this feeling anymore. I immediately turned my body to face him. I saw tears flowing down his face.

I opened my mouth to say something. But I can't, I'm stuck It feels like something's stuck in my throat. Like I can't breathe anymore. She ...

I don't need a test or anything to prove that she's my mom. I felt a warm soft squeeze in my hand, making a strange feeling run through my body. I can't take my eyes off this woman in front of me. This woman is my mother. He took his foot a step forward.

I can't take it anymore. I rushed towards him and immediately hugged him. He hugged me back. I feel very safe and comfortable. I hugged her tighter, afraid that this feeling would fade away. I'm afraid that this is all just a dream.

I inhaled her scent, as if it was a scent coming from heaven.

She hugged me tightly and I could hear her sobs. It made my heart full and I started crying too. We sat still on the ground. He started to caress my hair.

"Dhansa .. Oh, Khanza," he repeated my name repeatedly. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. I couldn't help it, even though I didn't want to believe it, I could never deny this feeling.

I've never been this happy, I've never felt this much love.

I pulled away after a while to see his face. Her eyes were red from crying, just like my eyes when I cried. Her cheeks are a little red, just like mine.

I saw tears fall on his face and before falling, I rubbed them. I wish I could get rid of all that pain. All the things that have happened. Years wasted. Now that I was in his arms, I could feel something that had long since disappeared from my life.

I couldn't take my eyes off her, but I tried. I looked around and saw Kevin sitting on the floor, with his knees bent in front of his chest and head between his knees.

Then I saw it ... Vians. He smiled at me and I smiled back. She's here .. She didn't leave me to handle this alone.

He was there for me. I then stood up, looking around for the last time, not looking into the woman's eyes, before turning around and walking away. I can't stay there anymore. This is too much. I can't do this. I've been trying to stay strong for so long but I can't anymore. When I came out of the house, the warmth covering my entire body was gone. I felt cold, like they were pulling out my soul. My legs started shaking and I waved my hands in the air to find something to hold. Nothing, nothing. I closed my eyes and let me fall, but someone swiftly reached for my arm.

Vians. He raised my body with both hands, and I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck, but I couldn't. I'm too weak. He helped me get in the car and put on my seat belt. He rushed to the driver's seat but did not start the car. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

He placed his chin on top of his hand that was holding the steering wheel, while throwing his face as if he was thinking deeply.

I think he felt my gaze because after a while he looked at me and smiled. I tried to return her smile, but it was as if the muscles in my body stopped working until I could get nothing. He leaned over and kissed me on the forehead and started the car. I ignored the strange feeling I got from her kiss and pretended not to feel that strange thing.