Transmigration: Her Chosen Path

everything was sup

ken in by my biological father. The director had delivered the news with a smile, her voice soft with som

y... it was

aw him, a strange chil

nd it wasn't because I remembered growing up with him as I had no memories of my chil

something ab

suddenly... like a ghost rising from the deepe

one... and the person she argued with was none other than this man. I didn't see his

Not anyone can take th

cruel distance masked b

sight of the father I had finally met, but from the voic

gnized him wi

nized him w

ited far too long for him to arrive. Fortunately or unfortunately, a wave of dizz

*

I came to my senses, I was nestled in the back seat of a

broke th

re aw

ce... the man called my father but I

But his face quickly retu

as fake.. "The director told me you were perfectly fine this morning but I'm st

dness. S

n't foole

ture and cold eyes. "I have nothing to do with you. Nor with her." Ev

ow here he was, playing the role of a worried parent. As if his abandonment had never

't expect anyt

t and especially I don'

amily stories or excuses but

, it would be first my mother and

is father of mine

that he real

f him possibly regretting everything he did

home, let me introduce y

e faces of my two aunties and uncle then showed me another photo of a ver

se your sister hates taking pictures this is the only picture I

sis