Generations

"So you want to know the truth? Well. I can show you everything. Only if this is what you really want." There was a new voice. This voice was lost, it had nothing inside of it besides sorrow and pure hopelessness. "I- I want to know the truth. Who am I really, What did he do to me?" A hand reaches out to me. I could feel it. I reach out for the hands and I feel a pull. Next thing I knew. I could see, I was in a white room with feathers. "Each feather holds a memory, each memory holds truth, and each truth holds pain. Touch a feather and reveal a part of your real life." I touch the first feather I see. A burst of light hits my body. "This is your son. He looks very... Different."

"It's no matter. He has no father so it's my job to care for him. He'll be the man of the house. my little man." That's Livian. The maid. I didn't know she had a child." I look closer. A child... that looks a lot like me. No, I'm a Jones, not a Costa. "Come here, come to mommy. Come on Derick, Come on. Good job!" no way that can't be true. "Have a great day at school, and remember, Let no man despise thy youth; but be thou an example of the believers, in word,"

" In conversation, in charity, in spirit, in faith, in purity. Timothy 4:12. Thanks, mom." So... why did she lead me to believe I was a Jones? "Are you sure you want this, it might cause permanent damage to the brain."

"I'm sure. I just don't want him to remember me as the failure I am, at least if I work for his new parents, I can still watch him grow, from a distance. I just want him to remember a better life than what I gave him."

"Alright. Just know, certain things can trigger these memories, they're not gone forever, just temporarily."

"I understand, just do it!"

"Momma? Momma!" Stop. "Momma! I want my mom! Momma! Please! Please!" Stop, that's enough. "Forget me. It's better this way."

"Momma!!" Stop! I felt a shove, and I was back in the room, except, there were no more feathers. "That was your life in a nutshell. How do you feel?" I close my eyes, trying to keep my mind from racing. "How do I feel? How do you think I feel! I just found out my own mother tampered with my brain to get her way! She knew the consequences and still did it anyway!" A hand is placed on my shoulder. "I'm sorry. I should've asked what you wanted, but I couldn't afford to watch you stay close to me because I failed you." I didn't have to turn around to see who it was. "You only failed me when you decided to erase my happiness. I was never happy in that family, and you know that. I remember what you used to say to me. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. My treasure was never with the Jones family, nor their money, It was always with you. You can always make the mind forget, but the heart will always remember." A younger version of me comes out of the shadows. "You taught me well, mom, with or without the Jones's." Twelve-year-old me comes from the shadows as well. "And you are always forgiven, mother. I still love you." The touch on my shoulder leaves. Younger me speaks. "So how do you understand. I am..." Teen me speaks next. "And always will be..." them me. "A Costa." With that, the three of us held hands, and I could feel them fade, one... then the next... The me. I open my eyes and see...