About a month has passed since my aunt's death, and it was clear that my parents had solved the case of their date that I saw. Personally, I still don't know what it means. Now they treat me worse than before. They made my room a dressing room for my mother and instead of the other rooms of the mansion, they gave me the small room in the attic, and for the last week I could not even eat a decent meal.
- "But it's okay, they are my parents, aren't all mothers and fathers like this?"
- "yeah that's ... that's no (sob) no problem."
- "I (sniff) must've done something bad t-they won't put me in here?"
Penolope knew perfectly well that he was cheating herself, but as it became harder to be happy, she no longer resisted.
(Sob sob)
- mama, papa please take me out (sob)
mama!
Nobody came ...
-1 week later-
The door to Penolope's darkroom was finally opened a week later, the maid grabbed Penolope's arm tightly and dressed her in some old clothes.
After Penolope was dressed, she went downstairs to her father and mother. Both were looking at Penolope with disgust. Penolope was stunned.
- Mama Papa? Did something happen?
- (Mother) Don't call us like that and get in right now!
Selene waited for me impatiently, showing the car door.
I quickly got into the car, and I had a necklace with only my aunt's photo but could not be opened without her key. And that would be enough for me.
The car drove for a long time, no one spoke along the way. When the car stopped, my mother started to pull me by holding my arm tightly. Regardless of my sore arm, I looked at the big sign opposite me.
* City orphanage *
- W-what's that?
I tried to pull my arm, but he didn't let go, and he grabbed more and more tightly, handed me to a guard at the door and went inside.
The woman on duty took me slowly from my mother. But I ran away from him and followed my mama, my mama had entered a room, I listened;
- (Mother) We found the poor girl on the street and we brought her immediately, I pity her so much, please take good care of her.
- (manager) Oh sure, of course we will take very good care of him, thanks to well-covered people like you, a lot of cute children are getting off the streets, you are very kind.
'What do they say, why did my mom say something like that. If I don't, can't I go home anymore?
At that time I heard footsteps inside
- (Mother) first, can I talk to the little girl for the last time?
- (principal) yes of course follow me.
The footsteps got closer and I left, running.
Just as I was going back to the car, that attendant found and held me again and took me to a room.
- "h-hey let me go"
After he left me in the room, he left the room and after a while my mother came in.
- Mama!
I ran to him and he pushed me to the ground.
- (Mother) Didn't I ever tell you to call me mama again? You brat, I'm not your mother, your mother died 6 years ago. I raised you up to now just because my sister wanted you, but now that she is dead, I don't have to take care of you.
- "w-what are you talking about mama? I am your daughter"
Selene looked at me sharply.
- What annoying.
These were the coldest and harshest words I have ever heard in my life.
Since Selene said that she stopped and gave me an empty diary and a key that I did not know what she opened, before closing the door, my aunt would give it to me and she had to give it when she died. Then he is gone.
'Was that it? Everything is my mother and father no Selene and Jack they were not my family '
I sat down and started crying.
It took me a month to fully resolve things. But finally I found out that Iris, whom I thought my aunt, was saved by my real mother and then gave me to her brother Selene as an adoption when my mother died. Selene, on the other hand, left me here to get rid of me when my aunt died.
It took me a year and a half to realize that I was seeing people's death dates, apparently I couldn't see the date of death of everyone. I could only see the date of death of people who were less than a month old, one of them was the old cleaner of the orphanage. It was 3 weeks before his death, since I did not know what it was the first time, I thought I should write somewhere and wrote it in the diary my aunt left for me. Exactly 3 weeks later, the janitor had a heart attack and died, then I was sure what those dates were for. And so, like a habit, I wrote in that diary the date of death of everyone who was near death ...
- 7 years later -
( To be continued)