• BOOM! BOOM! The thunder roared loudly as I tried to sleep. I glanced around my room, only to stop at my nightlight. Its bulb was burning out and soon enough the light was gone. My eyes tried to adjust to the darkness, but every time they opened the dark would override light. I turned my head to see if my older sister, Helen, was scared. She looked peaceful, as always. Oh how I envied her. Helen always had the perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect clot-the knock on my door startled me from my thoughts. “Come in,” I whispered quietly. In walked my housekeeper, Ms. B. She was like a second mother to me when mine was on business trips. “Sweetie are you okay?” She asked and sat on the end of my comforter. I nodded and looked out the window. The rain was subsiding now. “Okay.” I glanced at her from the corner of my left eye and saw she wanted to say something, but held back. “Go ahead,” I barely whispered. She cleared her throat. “You got a letter.” Ms. B dug around in her pocket and pulled out a thin, purple envelope. I smiled and took it carefully, not wanting to ruin the fine handwriting. My eyes drifted towards the front and searched for the sender. There was no name. As I picked up my head to ask Ms. B about it, she was already gone. My head dropped back down to stare at the letter. Slowly yet gently, I tore open the letter. My eyes skimmed it over, trying to find anything important. When I finished, I went back to the top and read it. It said,
    Dear My sweetest daughter,
    I don’t know how I start out these things, but I just wanted to say I’m
    sorry. You my already know or you may not, but your adopted.
    Fourteen years ago, I dropped you off at my sister’s house because I
    couldn’t take care of you at the time. I was only 16 and your father
    vanished after he found out I was pregnant. There is no trace of him
    but I hope I could still meet you. I am still at a young age, 30, and have
    a loving husband who’s name is Roberto. After 10 years of our marriage
    I told him about you. He was thrilled. We both want to meet you.
    Please call our number included in the envelope to set a date schedule.
    Yours Truly,
    Your mother, Christine

    My eyes were tearing up. ‘I was adopted?’ I thought and glanced out the window. The sunrise was peeking up over the horizon. I couldn’t stay in this room any longer. My hands pushed open the clear window and my feet pounced out. I landed gracefully on the moistened grass. “humph.” I trudged throw it, heading towards my favorite Oak tree.
    As I approached it, I saw something rustle in the leaves. Then, out of nowhere, a girl fell off the tree. I rushed to her side. She looked about seven years old.