A true story : The Story of Me

rawr, it's me! The writer of " A True Story " saga xD. Anyways, I got another story for you, its about the man and in this post, I will give him a name, so it's easy for me to type xD. The sound of water leaking from the tap can be heard throughout the room. The spinning ceiling fan as making a rusty sound, perhaps it will fall on me and maybe end my life? Of course not, the ceiling fan company made a fail safe to all their products. So if it shakes or wobble too much, it will stop automatically. My name is Jozhwa. I have always been Jozhwa since my father divorced my mom. Sad? No, that's not even the worse part of it. You see, I have been living with my father since I was born. And during that time, the woman who raised me isn't actually my biological mom, my step-mom. Okay, when I was 10, I was waiting for my dad to come and take me to my tuition center. Suddenly, the phone rang and it was him. He said he can't take me to the tuition center due to some work. I was both happy and confused because my dad sounded nervous and he worked in a workshop but there were no sound in the background. And so I did, I watched TV, did my homework and wait for my "mom" to come home. Yes, I live alone since I was 10, both my parents have jobs and won't come home until late evening. Okay, when my dad came back home, he went to the garage, take some old newspapers, and took the to the backyard. He burn the newspapers and walked over it. Yeah, he walked over a burning newspaper pile. And then he clean himself using the tap outside. Then the phone rang again, so being an obedient child I was, I took the phone. There was a woman talking to me. She said; "Why didn't you come to your grandma's funeral?" I was confused, my grandma is right here watching TV, why would I go to her funeral if she's here and not in a coffin? My dad appeared and took the phone and he said to the woman; "It's time" Time? Time for what? Okay now here comes the sad part of the story. The next day, my dad took me to a restaurant, just the two of us. Then someone came and sit next to me. It was a middle-aged woman, she was wearing shades and a blouse. She wore a worn out jeans. She seems familiar, my heart suddenly started racing, I know this person, I long for this person but why? I recognize this person, I known her for my life but I can't tell who she is. She looked at me with teary eyes, then my dad said, "Jozhwa, this is you mother. Your real mother." Then everything came back to me, I remember this "mom" and my dad argue, I remember a house, I remember a shaggy dog a big one, I remember when the mailman came and he only threw the mail into our house not dropping by because the shaggy dog was so big when he stands, he's taller than the mailman. Then everything made sense, why I lived in Kota Kinabalu rather than my hometown Keningau for 3 years. Why I hated my step-mom. Why I got a feeling that wherever I was, someone is looking at me. My biological parents divorced when I was small, they divorced because of my step-mom. She stole my dad away. Then I remember something I never wanted to remember. My father and I were in a shopping mall. When we saw a lady, then my dad said to me. "Jozhwa, go to that lady over there and ask her to be your mom. I will give you anything you want. Okay?" So I did what he instructed me to do. You see, THAT lady, is the one who stole my dad from my mom. For nearly 10 years, I never knew my biological mom EXISTED. I've always thought that my step-mom is my real mom for 10 years. After my meeting with my real mom, I got to know my real relatives, my real family. Thinking back, I feel blessed that I got to know my mom, I really do. I love you mom.