"I...I was kidnapped...?"

Mark looked at me with a sad look in his eyes.

"Yes. You were. The day it happened, you were playing at a park down the street from our house, and you were all alone. Then they took you." He took a deep breath and close his eyes.

"Is that it? That's everything that happened?"

He hesitated for a second. "Yes. That's all I know. Mom and Dad never talked about it and I don't remember anything."

I sat there and thought for a moment before it hit me.

"Wait, so if I was kidnapped and was never found, then my parents never really adopted me... That means my parents...my parents were my kidnappers?"

Everything became so much clearer. The real reason why every question about my so called family was answered. Why I was never able to google myself. Why my I was never allowed to go out by myself or got to a friend's house. They didn't do it because 'I was adopted' I mean everyone finds that out eventually, and parents usually. Come out and tell them and its not a big deal. But now I know, they were saving their own butts by keeping my from uncovering the past and realizing the truth about myself.

I felt one tear. Then another. Then they began to pour down as I looked at Mark.

"My whole life...is...a lie."

Mark wrapped his arms around me and we hugged each other as we both cried.

Both our worlds had collided and got turned upside down.