Emotion Taster

Arc 4 New Stage: Chapter 13 - Child Raise

I don't know who my parents are.

“...”

Or rather my biological parents.

The family in the house is a real family. I was educated, raised, shaped, trained, and given affectionate attention. But, when it comes to biological bloodlines, I am not their child. But, for now, I don't really care about that fact anymore.

The most striking thing is about the DNA derivatives of blood antigen cells. I have AB blood type, which means my parents have probably A, B, or AB, or some other mixture of either of them.

It may seem complicated, but it's actually very simple and understandable when I was on the sixth year of Elementary School.

My father has blood type A, and my mother is O. There's no way I'm a son of my mother, whether it's biologically through my father or not. There's no chance I'm from another father, in the same mother, but there's a chance I'm in another mother in the same father. Whatever it is, I don't see the truth of that possibility.

One other thing that was most striking was, my birth certificate was a fake.

No one knows exactly when I was born, because I know that no one in the house witnessed me being born in the world. They made the other in lieu of his actual birth date as a living administration in the world.

It was probably a good action, there was no problem with it, in the end numbers were just numbers. However, it was different for my case as a powerful person. Because ....

When others were happy to look forward to her birth date, I was one child who hated that date so much.

Not because they forget it, not because they don't celebrate, they are good parents who give enough attention. But, that doesn't mean that attention can be translated well by me.

I have an emotional detection, a wave of lying emotions I can feel. Then, every birth date that was celebrated, I felt a whole wave of lies, whether by my father, mother, or sister Dina. It's like everyone knows it's a day of theatrics, the day itself is a lie.

I know, it's probably just an exaggerated view. But it repeats itself constantly. The guilt of them lying and hiding is still there. As much as I believe that I was wrong, the statistical data on their constant behavior could not lie.

They smile, they are happy, but everything they put out is so acidic. They gave me gifts, they applauded me for my birthday. But what I felt was a lie.

Acid, acid, acid, and sometimes even bitter. So, I'm probably one of those people who hates dates on my birth certificate. I hate that lie.

When I was a kid, I didn't understand anyone else's view of my strength. At that age, there are still times when I consider my strength to be a normal thing that should be owned by others as well. So, once a plain question came out of me.

Father, mother .. Why do you and you lie about my birthday?

Maybe in a horror movie or a psychological movie, they'll scold me for digging up a lie. But, the real response was the opposite, they welcomed me and tried to convince me with a soft sentence. They acted as if they did not understand what I meant, they quibbled and re-explained that it was the day I was born.

But, still, their waves of emotions never changed.

Years go by, I live like this in a line of lies. But I started to grow up and thought it wasn't a problem.

What's wrong if they're not my biological parents? I still live under their affection, the mother and stepfather are no longer feeling, I feel the affection of part of the real family. There is no reason to take revenge for small lies because they do not want to tell the truth. The fact that I am not a biological child has not changed, but the fact that they raised me has not changed.

It's just ....

“I didn't expect it to hurt when Dina's sister said like that,” muttered me in solitude.

Ja. Sis Dina's words where I'm not her sister make me sick now. It was as if he opened an old wound, as if he made me rethink something I should have buried neatly. I can't say it's evil, indirectly it's also true as it is.

The statement hit me hard, I wanted to dig in but I couldn't bear to open the sheet any bigger. It makes the mind feel like I'm out of this family. The thought I feared came back.

Huft .. hah .. I just have the same feeling as my dad. But does that mean I should be your real sister?

My feelings for protecting Dina's sister are still the same, no matter what my position as a family is. But I really love him. He was the one who accompanied life for many years.

I daydreamed and was immersed in that thought while being ushered in by Hanz. Although the way he carried me with the bird changes flying together was creepy, but it was ignored due to the chaotic condition of the heart.

“Ah.”

As a result, time did not feel that I had reached home. My departure feels so long compared to my current return.

*Flap, flap, flap ....

After I landed, I walked over to the house and approached the door. Of course my intention before that was also to say goodbye before entering.

“Eh?”

But, the figure of Hanz that the giant owl had already disappeared .. or rather undetected due to the power it possessed.

“Eheh, it is troublesome to also have such power, Hanz,”, I said, muttering loudly. However, this time I spoke in both directions, thinking that Hanz was still listening to me. “Okay, there or not, I thank you for what you did. If there's one thing I can do, I'd also like to help you later.”

“...”

“...”

“...”

There was no answer, I could not feel anything, all I saw was the same path as usual.

“Alright, that might be enough for now.”

*****

For a few hours I stayed home, living in solitude with no work to do. Every now and then I open a book, open a gadget, or turn on the television. But, still from all these activities nothing makes me comfortable.

My heart was still filled with anxiety, the curiosity about the news of Dina's sister kept spinning in my head. I want to go, I want to see him or maybe just call him. But my relationship feels further now.

I decided to wind up, heading out to the second-floor balcony, where the family used to hang their clothes.

The weather at that time seemed to have changed compared to noon just now. I who dwell and begin to enter the afternoon faced with cloud overcast. The blue ceiling mixed with orange closed, a little beam of light and only seemed dark as if the signal wanted rain.

Huft .. hah ....

I was breathing, pulling in the air and feeling the distinctive smell of that atmospheric moisture. The relaxing sensation of the distinctive smell of wet soil and cold water made me calmer. Although it doesn't really solve the problem, but it can stop my overworked brain right now.

I was there walking further, towards the end of the balcony bounded by a chest-high fence. There is a perfect place to sit still, leaning on your arms while looking back at the scenery.

If I think and look back. It turns out that my own house has a large size and still deserves to be called the owner who is in the realm of the middle to upper economy. I now live in it, lucky to be in this family.

So, even if one point I was expelled and expelled for not being considered a family anymore, maybe it's not a crime considering they've given me a lot by now.

It was something I thought about again while looking at the sky. But, my daydream was again plagued by something else.

*Flap, flap, flap ....

Flapping its wings, its distinctive repetitive sound approached, not the usual little birds passing by. I can tell that, somehow my instincts say that.

What I heard wasn't from Hanz, he didn't come up with like this because his incredible strength could make him look like a ghost. So, one possibility remains, only one and I can tell without seeing the source of that voice directly.

“Pero, is that you?” I asked as if talking into the air.

Yes .. It's me.

The answer was that voice buzzing in my head.