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PLEASE MAKE ME SMILE AND VOTE BY CLICKING THAT STAR AT THE BOTTOM OF YOUR SCREEN... GRACIAS!!! 

                          
It's been weeks since I heard the DNA test results and finally accepted that Sophia Henson was my mother. We've been trying to communicate and build a mother-daughter relationship, which is hard and new to me. We've been meeting up to talk often, I still wasn't calling her mum, but I had a newfound respect for her. She had to go through a lot to get to me. Right now, I didn't know if I should hate my father for everything he did. What sort of twisted and wicked mind does he have to pull all this things Sophia said he did? I just couldn't bear to look at him or Patra, his wife, my mum until recently. I couldn't bear to talk to them and I abstained from calling home or talking to either of them because I wasn't sure I had the will not to yell at them. 
                          
Today I was going over to Sophia's place after classes to chat and hangout. I and Ethan had found her a place close by, so she could be close to me and I could reach her whenever I wanted and vice versa and so my mind can be at peace that my dad wouldn't find her, I hope. I stop at a Chick-Fil-A to get some lunch for myself and Sophia, she could use the junk food, only God knows what they fed her in the asylum. 
                          
The door opens at my third knock, Sophia looks nervous, she was shaky, she probably thought it was the mental institution guards coming to get her. 
                          
"It's just me and I come bearing lunch," I say smiling as I walk in, 
                          
"Sorry for not answering the door on time, I just.... Never mind, how was classes today love," She says sitting on a sofa, 
                          
I sigh loudly as I place the lunch on the table in the middle and sit down in the couch nearest to hers. 
                          
"Tiring," I reply her,   "what have you been up to?" I add as I place her lunch in front of her and mine in front of me, 
                          
"I arranged and then I thought of you and all the things I've missed, look at you Karla, you're 21 years old and I don't know anything about you and I wonder if I'll ever cover up those years..." She says sadly as she wipes at her eyes, 
                          
"Hey, hey,  what did I say?  We'll do this one day at a time, okay? We'll be okay," I say to her, grabbing her hands in mine and looking into her eyes, she looks skeptical but wipes at her eyes, 
                          
"We'll be okay.... Sorry for crying on you," she says and laughs, I smile at her and unwrap my lunch as she does hers,  
                          
"I got you the chicken deluxe sandwich and some nuggets and a chocolate milkshake, but if you want mine, we could swap, I'm having the grilled chicken sandwich combo and a side salad and a cookies and cream milkshake," I say as I begin to unwrap my food and make myself comfortable in the couch,
                          
"It's okay, thanks for lunch," She says, to which I just nod my head already taking a bite from my lunch, 
                          
"You must be really hungry," She says laughing, I nod smiling shyly,  
                          
"I didn't have breakfast so I'm totally hungry," I say after I finish my bite, 
                          
"Tell me about yourself, I wanna hear stories if you don't mind," She says politely and takes a bite from her sandwich, 
                          
I wipe at the corners of my mouth as I drop my sandwich and ponder on what to tell her. 
                          
"Well, Purple is my favorite color, I am obsessed with BTS, it's a Korean boys band, I am studying Accounting, I'm gonna take after dad's firm... " I say, she interrupts me, 
                          
"Hope you weren't pressured into it, Accounting, I mean," She says, 
                          
"Not really, I really love Accounting," I say,