Digging up the Truth: 2

After watching the video, I just sat there in complete silence and utter shock. That was one thing I wasn't expecting to see. One thing that will most probably, change my life.
I turned around and faced Salama who's face expression wasn't at all different as mine was. Her eyes showed fear and shock. And all I wanted to do was hug her and tell her that this changes nothing. Instead, I ended up crying.

A few minutes later..

Salama: "Are you going to show this to baba?"

Me: "I don't know."

Salama: "What do you mean you don't know? He won't be able to deny anything, 3asha! You have proof *holds up the CD cover* and you have the right to know the truth."

Me: "Stop it, Salama! Don't you get it?! I've been living a lie my whole life! This is a lot to take in! This whole time, I've been lied to by my loved ones, the only people I knew I could trust no matter what."

I immediately stood up and went straight to my room. All I needed at the moment was to be alone. All I needed was some time to think.

How could they do this to me? I thought. 19 years. I've been lied to for 19 years. And what's even more worse was that I fell for it. How couldn't I? I mean..anyone in my place would've fell for it for it was so believable. Anyone would've fell for it for they never expected such a thing, such a lie, from their loved ones.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the main door of the house shut. I knew it was my dad even though I hoped it wouldn't be. I mean..I did want to face this. I did want to know the truth. The entire truth with not a single detail left out. But an important question ran through my mind. Will I be able to handle the truth? I hope so.

I got up, washed my face, and headed to my father's office. And on the way, I found myself thinking of ways to bring this up to him.

*Knock* *Knock*

Dad: "Mno?"

Me: "3asha."

Dad: "Halla, tf'9lai."

I walked into his office and sat on the chair opposite of his. For a while there, I sat in complete silence not knowing how to bring this up. How was I supposed to start this? Should I've brought the CD and showed it to him instead? Just to make things easier for myself. But there was no time. He was staring at me, sensing something wrong.

Dad: "Shfeech 3asha? 3ndch kalam tbain tgoleena?"

Me: "Mmm, I .. 5altii Hind.."

Dad: "Balaha 5altch Hind?"

Me: "She sent me a box..saying it belonged to my mom."

Dad: "Okay, your mom probably wanted you to have it. Wouldn't you like to keep it?"

Me: "No, it's just that..."

Dad: "'Cause if you don't, you can give it to your little sister. Maybe she'd like that."

Me: "No, baba, the box didn't have much of el mr7ooma's stuff..they were more of MY mother's stuff."

Dad: "3asha, what are yo--"

Me: "Baba, I know about my mother, my birth mother."


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