The next I looked at every box in an empty room that must contain evidence to prove I am their daughter. But just like I expect, there were none.
“Seira, you’re awake already?” I turned my head towards the door that mom opened. It is weird now that I call her mom.
“Mom, where are our old photos?”
“In the album, Honey. I put them on one box.”
I already search each box I could find. I only found old books, magazines, and newspapers that Dad kept for reasons I don’t know.
I shook my head. “They’re not here.”
“Hmm… maybe we lost them when we moved. Don’t worry, I can ask the studio to make copies for us, but I’m afraid that will take a while. Do you need some for school?”
“Y-yeah, but don’t bother. I will just make something else.”
I wonder if I was the one who hid everything.
There’s
