My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
Hints behind the sentence
"That's why I came to see you. I just wanted to know who my real parents were because I just found out right now that I'm an adopted son."
"If you want to know about this matter." - Mrs. Kineta fades and then looks down. "I don't really know either. It was a spatter. I heard bells ringing. I went out to check who was visiting at night. As soon as I opened the door, I found no one. There is only a large basket containing a baby who is sleeping soundly in a blanket. There was a letter lying on the baby's body. It contained a letter of request to take care of the baby along with your name. That's all, there's nothing left of your parents" Mrs explained. Kinetas.
"What a basket and a letter it still is..."
Suddenly hpku begetar. I pulled my phone out of my jacket pocket and saw who had just called. Oh... Apparently mother. I lifted it straight away.
"Hallo."
"Sherina!!!" mom shouted from the phone.
I kept my phone away from my ears. Mother's voice was loud once in the ear. "Hehe... What's wrong mom?"
"What's the matter how? I've called you so many times but I didn't pick up. Where are you now? Go not say. You're that sa..."
"Sorry mom, I'll call you back" I'll cut the phone off.
"What Mrs. Morgen always was?" ask Mrs. Kinetas.
"No. Just when I left without saying goodbye."
"You're not here to tell your mother?"
"I'm afraid mom won't let me. Oh, yes Mrs. Kinetas. Are the basket and letter still there?"
"Everything is still intact. Wait, I'll get it," Mrs. Kineta ruffled my hair before passing away.
Before long Mrs. Kineta returned with a large basket of dark brown. The basket seems to be kept very well. There was no damage to the basket. Mrs. Kineta put the basket next to me. I saw the contents of the basket, there was nothing. There were only two blankets, a complete set of baby clothes and brown paper. I took the paper and opened it. Contains is...
..."PLEASE TAKE CARE OF OUR LITTLE DAUGHTER, KEYLA. I'M SORRY I HAD TO LEAVE YOU AT THE ORPHANAGE. IT'S ALL FOR YOU NOT TO SUFFER WITH US. FULL OF LOVE AND FORGIVENESS FROM MOM AND DAD."...
That'sallthatis. No other word can be used as a clue even the family name does not exist. I'm flipping through this paper but it's free. It's just blank paper jam that sentence. It seems like this trip leads to a dead end. How's now? Am I not meant to be able to meet my real parents again? I put the letter back in the basket. Before leaving home I just remembered that I had time to buy fruits, snacks and toys for children. All of that stuff is still in the trunk of the car.
I told Mrs. Kineta about this and asked him to accompany me to take all the stuff. Just coming out of the door we were shocked by all the kids playing with my car. Huh huh? When did they play there? Not that they were playing on the playground. I could only shake my head with an amused smile when I saw them stick small stickers of various shapes on my car. In addition to star stickers, my car is now decorated with other funny stickers.
"Geez kids, what are you doing?" Mrs says. Kineta is very surprised to see the behavior of all her foster children. "Keyla, I'm really sorry for their behavior."
"It's okay Mrs. Kinetas."
"I'm sorry we've ruined my brother's car" they said in unison with guilty faces down.
Oohs... They're really funny. I can't stand all these cute faces. I knelt to equalize my height with them. "No need to apologize, anyway it's just a sticker. Brother has something for you."
I stood up and approached my car. I opened the trunk where I kept all the things I bought. A happy smile appeared on their faces as they accepted all of that. They fight especially when toys are shared.
"Keyla this shouldn't be necessary. Your family has helped this orphanage a lot" Mrs said. Kineta feels bad.
"It should be Mrs. Kinetas. I love seeing the smiles of children. They're so sweet."
I played with them in the main room. All the toys, coloring books, crayons were scattered around us. This room is like a broken ship. But it's fun to spend time with them. Canda, laugh, sing along with us do happily. Although not blood but they still take care of each other and care for each other. Always happy everyone, brother should go home first.
I'm letting the kids and Mrs go home. Kineta when my mom suddenly called me again and told me to go home. Because it was too cool to play with my children until I forgot the time. All these kids look so good that I'm coming home. They keep pulling me out of going home. Mrs. Kineta was trying to convince them to let me go home. With a gloomy face they obeyed Mrs words. Kinetas. I can't bear to see it but I have to go home. But before that I asked Mrs. Kineta if I want to keep the basket with it. He immediately agreed.
I stepped into the car not forgetting to wave at those who were repaid lambain in front of the door of the orphanage. Before leaving I took a quick look at the orphanage. I drove the car away from the orphanage further and further away. I didn't get a clue, but today was fun.
Arrive at home around 15:10. I immediately parked my car in the garage and immediately went back to the room. I got to my room and breathed a sigh of relief because I did not meet my mother. You can be terrible when you're angry, I better avoid it first. I put the basket in the closet and laid myself in bed. Unexpectedly I fell asleep until dinner arrived. Maybe I'm too tired with this long trip.
After dinner I went back to my room. I thought you'd be mad earlier but luckily you just gave me advice so I don't wander around without saying goodbye anymore. In my room, I looked back at my birth parents' letters. I searched every word in that sentence over and over until I realized something. There is a mark like any other writing above this sentence, and it is very clear that it is not from the part of the sentence. It's more like... Address. I hope what I saw was true.
I picked up a pencil on the study table and began to make fine strokes over the sentence until new writing appeared. It turned out to be true as I expected, it was indeed an address. Is this really the lead I was given? All right, I'll see if it's really my parents' address or open it. After receiving this important clue, the heart felt elated. I didn't expect tomorrow that I might meet my real parents. What do their faces look like? Do they still recognize me? I don't think so. It's been 15 years. Mrs. Kineta doesn't recognize me.
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