Today is my last day at the hospital. The day I will go home to strangers. I get out of my hospital dress and into a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a blue and grey t-shirt that says 'stay strong' on the front. I put my hair in a messy bun and head out the door of my room, to where my so called parents are standing.We walk out of the hospital and get into the blue convertible.
"Are you sure I am your daughter?" I ask as we get in the car.
"I am positive, darling." My mother answers back.
"But how can you be so sure?" I say questionably.
"Well, I get that same feeling when I look at you as I did when you were born," she says happily, "So I know and will never forget that you are my daughter."
I sit there in silence because I don't know what to answer. I don't understand how anyone could be so sure of something. I mean, just three days ago I wasn't so sure if my name was Heather or Morris, and I found out it was both so, how could anyone be so sure? Even if you never get that feeling when you are looking anyone else, how could you be so sure?
I don't understand.