15 Revelations and Relations

The chaos of voices suddenly dies down. The stillness in the room made the hair stands up at the back of my neck. I could feel their piercing eyes on me, quite unnerving. My breathing starts to falter and a slight headache is forming. Did I hear just right?

"Pitiful." She tsk with a sly smile. "How does it feel to finally meet your grandmother and here you are, about to be executed by your own blood?"

I clamp my mouth shut and said nothing. A myriad of thoughts keeps attacking my mind. I turn my focus to my so-called grandmother, silently hoping she denies it. I wish she would say it is a sham! I wish to hear that she does not know me at all, nor do we have a connection.

Sometimes, there is peace in not knowing. I would hate to think mom lied about her being an orphan and not having any close relatives. Why would mom cause such trouble?