Is It Love?

My whole life came in front of me.

I am Sarah Rose William, now Sarah Rose Hudson, eighteen years old. Now living in New York, I have finished high school and am now studying to get my software engineering in a corresponding course.

My granny told me my mother passed away right after I was born because of some complications and my dad blamed me for that, as he used to love my mother the most. He never got married to anyone after her demise. My grandparents always loved me and my grandfather was the one who gave me the name Sarah Rose. Rose is my grandmother's name and as usual, he loves her, So I got my middle name Rose, which I love. But sadly, my father never let me get close to them and they could not go against my father's wishes.

I grew up with servants that also he used to change every six months, saying I might kill them too, but now I can understand he wanted no one to get close to me.

Finally, one day he sent me to the Hostel at the age of five.

Sometimes my grandparents used to visit me, but I was not allowed to go out anywhere with them. I used to spend most of my vacations in the hostel only, as no one ever came to pick me up. Hostel never minded that, as they were getting hefty amounts from my father to keep me there comfortably.

From the age of five to the age of Seventeen I used to sit in a dark room, holding a picture of my mother, and cry my heart out every night. If she would have been here, my life would be different.

Darkness and loneliness have become my best friends. Every night I used to sit at the window and search for my mother in those million stars.

The hostel has become my home. My grandparents were in constant touch with me, and they were the only people I could call mine. I hardly see my father. He never comes for any parent's meeting or any other occasion in my school.

Kids used to make fun of me, saying I am an orphan; well, I was not less than them either.

No one wanted to befriend me because of this reason and slowly I have also stopped trying to befriend anyone and started enjoying my loneliness.

I have started loving reading and have become a bookworm. I was a topper, and the computer has become my favourite subject and I have a kind of made specialisation in it.

Hostel life taught me a lot and made me way stronger than any other person can be.

Because of one of my father's friend's kids studying in the same hostel, they got to know I am the reason for my mother's demise. And they started calling me the murderer of my mother.

How can a new-born be a murderer? I know they are sick and their thoughts are sick, So I never took their words in my heart, as I am not that stupid.

This is the final year of my school. I had already applied to So many Universities for my higher studies as I know no one will come to pick me up this time as well.

It was the last day of my exams and I got the news that my grandfather had passed away. My world shattered hearing this, but this time Someone has come to pick me up.

I reached our mansion and saw my grandmother. Running towards her, I cried my heart out. They both are the only ones I have in this world. The next day it was his cremation as they were waiting for me.

I did not sleep the whole night and cried my heart out, hugging my granny. She kept on consoling me. When I saw the last glimpse of my grandfather. My heart broke seeing him bidding us his last goodbye.

I was in my room when my father summoned me to his study at 10 am. I look at the time. It was 9 am So I still have an hour to go.

I was outside his study at exactly 9.59. He never asked about my presence till now. Then why did he want to meet me? Suddenly lots of questions were coming into my mind. Slowly I composed myself and knocked on the door. "Come," I heard, and I went inside.

I saw my father sitting on his chair and my grandmother was sitting on the Sofa and there were four more people sitting in the room. I look at everyone. One person was almost my grandfather's age. I guess I have seen him Somewhere and the other two are in their late 40is. One man may be in his early 20s. They all smiled at me except my father and that gentleman as my father was busy glaring at me and the gentleman was busy on his phone.

I looked at my granny, and she signs me to sit beside her, which I obliged.

I was waiting for someone to break the silence, but guess no one wanted to. After Some time, we again heard the knock on the door and my father asked the person to come in.

I saw a tall man of around in his 50s come and shake hands with my father. My father asked him to take a seat, and he did.

"So can we start if everyone is here?'' he asked, looking at my father and he nodded yes.

He opens his bag and takes one file out and looks toward us.

So, everyone, I am Jerry Frank. I am a lawyer of Mr. Samuel Williams and as we all know today; I am going to read his last will for all of you.

I have been hearing him & trying to understand what is going on but when he finishes my breath gets hitched.

So, my dear grandfather has snatched my last happiness as well from me. Wow!

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