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Mom,
Mrs. Rowe,
Mom,
I'm not sure whether or not to wish you a happy Mother's Day, because, as I recently discovered, you're not even my mother.
I found your memory, and I watched it.
Who am I supposed to wish "Happy Mother's Day" to now?
I obviously can't do it to you.
How could you keep this from me? How could you let me go sixteen years without knowing? I've always known that I was different from you and Wesley and Dad your husband, but you just told me that I looked exactly like my late great-aunt Rose and not to worry, we all have our differences and all that shit. Yes, I just said shit. And that's cause I'm upset. I don't care how appalled you are.
You lied to me. You've lied to me for sixteen years.
Should I be wishing "Happy Mother's Day" to my real mother? Because she seemed like a pretty shitty mother too. She left me to an orphanage because she couldn't control her drug addiction, right? I don't even know her name, either. Or my father's name, for the matter.
Do I have brothers and sisters that I don't know about? Where is my real family now? Why didn't you tell me any of this? Were you planning on telling me at all?
Hope you have a nice Mother's Day with your real family, because I won't be involved.
-Emily Rowe.
Wesley,
Did you know about this?
-Emily.