Nefretiri
I don't know how to process this.
There were more photos, but looking at them terrified me.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember anything. I'm looking at a stranger's life, and the more I saw, the more I wanted to have it.
The only thing I had was feelings, and I wasn't sure if I could trust them.
My father left my mother when he found out she was pregnant. At least, that's the story I thought I knew. The photos in front of me said otherwise.
'They loved me.' That's the strongest feeling I have, but holding onto that emotion left me unbalanced.
I wanted to believe my mother lied and my dad left later on, but looking through the other photos dashed that theory.
My father was there my whole life, and he loved my mother more over the years. You could see it in every picture as I got older.
What did I do with all this?
I have a brother? My father didn't abandon us? We were a family before?
'Before what?'
