Growing up, I always felt like an outsider in my own family. My mother favored my sisters and treated me coldly, never explaining why. The truth came out during a heated argument when my supposed father angrily denied I was his child because of my blonde hair and blue eyes. At 14, I took a DNA test that confirmed I wasn’t his, and soon after, he left—except for my sister Tessa, who was his biological child.
After that, my mother’s cruelty worsened. She blamed me for ruining her life and even charged me rent. I moved out after graduation to start fresh. Years later, I pressed her for my real father’s name and was given a fake address. Determined, I found the real Darren, who welcomed me with open arms and even gave me a house, saying he couldn’t give me the past but wanted to build my future.
The peace didn’t last long. My mother and sister Maya showed up uninvited, claiming they were homeless. I told them to leave or I’d call the police—they left quickly. I’ve since locked my door for good and built a life free from their shadows.
I wasn’t a mistake or a burden—I was the truth they tried to hide. Despite rejection and pain, I rose above it and found the family and respect I deserved.