"Heather," she said." I’d always known I’d someday have to tell you this, but I had hoped that it wouldn't be so soon. Please, come have a seat."
I walked over to my bed, for I had been gazing through the window when she walked in, and lowered myself down to the bed. I looked quizzically at her. "Mother, what don't you want to tell me? What’s wrong?"
"Nothing’s wrong. I had just hoped I wouldn't lose you so soon."
"You’re not going to lose me. I’m staying right here!" I exclaimed.
"There’s something that I have to tell you, " she explained. "You’re, you're not my daughter," she rushed.
"Of course I’m your daughter. I look like you. That alone proves it," I hurriedly exclaimed, not letting her get a word in edgewise.
"A strange coincidence, that's all. I found you thirteen years ago to this day. There was a a note with you saying, her name is Heather. I just recently got a note saying it's time. You have to leave and find out who you are. I wish I could help you, but all I can say is good luck. You must leave soon."
I stared at her speechless. First she tells me she's not my mother, and now she's saying I have to leave soon. It seemed as if my whole world was falling apart.