Chapter Twenty Seven
Finally I arrived at work, Jennifer was waiting for me anxiously outside the elevator with a file in her hand.
"Good morning " I said and she looked at me like I had grown two heads.

"This file arrived two hours ago from the way investigator you hired, someone has been waiting for you in your office for an hour now. Good morning to you Amelia will Coffee do you any good "
I sighed, the way Jennifer spoke showed me how exactly she was feeling about my actions today, I would make it up to her later.
"Coffee ... " I said taking the file from her, she hurriedly turned around to walk away if possible you could see the steam coming from her ears. "Jennifer "
At the sound of my voice she stopped and turned to look at me " Am sorry " I added and that was enough to see a change in her expression.
I gave her one more smile and then turned to walk away towards my office, when I opened the door I froze in my steps.
My gaze on the middle aged man in a grey suit, though his back to me but It was really so obvious who he was. As if sensing my presence he turned around in his chair and looked at me.

His eyes locked with mine for a second before I decided to look away from him, I closed the door behind me and continued towards my office chair before taking a seat down.
Finally we were eye to eye with each other and being with him like this again made me confused with myself.
I felt so nervous, angry and curious at the time. you can't blame with him it was a tornado of emotions, I learned from the first time we met.
"I came to handle this to you "  he said softly while placing a big brown envelope in front of me. How come I didn't notice this when I came in, I didn't know what to say so I just reached out for the envelope and looked for the seal.

I tore it and turned it to the table pouring everything out, their was pictures and a white folded paper.
My eyes moved towards the photos and I froze, with a shaking I took all six of them in my arms and started to look at them.
I lifted my eyes to Mr. Rogers, my eyes glistening with tears.
"You're were denied that right since childhood and I wanted to give it, I hope there enough " he stated and laughed looking back down at the photo.
It was of a woman who looked exactly like me, she was standing in the fields in a blue top and a pair of jeans. Her youthful face staring at the camera with a dimpled smile.
You could see the happiness in her eyes as she pushed back strands of her beautiful curls behind her ear.
"Elena ?" I whispered questioned looking up at Mr. Rogers still not believing he had just did this and he nodded.
I looked back down at the photo and a tear slipped down my face, who would have known that one day I would get to know how my mom looked.
She was beautiful with green doe eyes like mine, I had her hair and lips and maybe my body structure but that was all. Every other feature on me belonged to my dad but that didn't stop me from smiling while crying.
I turned my chair and faced the glass window before closing my eyes for a minute.
How I wish I got a chance to know you mom, I would do my best to give you everything that you deserve. I miss you.
It would've been good to know you more, what you like or hate? What's your favourite and what's not and more that am not able to voice out.
I reached out and wiped my tears, looking at this photo one more time then I turned around back to Mr. Rogers who was waiting for me to my get myself together but seriously it was getting really hard.
I heard a knock on my office door and turned to it in time as Jennifer walked in with a tray in her hand.
She placed two cups of coffee on the table in front of us, I looked up at her with a shaky smile "Thank you "
Seeing my expression, she kind of froze. Her lips parted like she was about say but then closed it again, Jennifer turned her attention to the man beside me then back at me.
Her eyes were asking me of she should call for help, I chuckled in amusement. This girl can sometimes be so funny " Am fine Jennifer " I whispered in assurance but I don't think she's willing to let it go after all.
"Really " Jennifer replied throwing a stern gaze towards Mr. Rogers. It looked like a kind of warning which was getting more funny.
"yes Jennifer, can you now excuse us " I added and she looked at me then back at the middle aged man before sighing out loud and then she turned around left closing the door behind her.
I turned to Mr Rogers ready to apologize for that stopped when I saw a smile on his face. I stared for a while my eyes roaming all over his face.
He turned his eyes to me as if sensing my gaze and my eyes locked with his, the smile was immediately wiped off his face and he lowered his eyes.
I wanted to know what he was thinking but how when things were really awkward between us, I also lowered my eyes back to the table.
I saw the white paper that had fallen out of envelope with the photos and curiosity burned inside of me.
I placed the photo in my hand back down and lifted up the paper unfolding it in process.
It was a hand written letter which must have been printed out earlier or a few days before, I looked at Mr Rogers and he sighed.
"The original paper had torn so I had to make another copy" he said and confusion through my veins once again.
I didn't reply and turned to letter once again.
" Rose,
If you're reading this means you're making 25 years age. Congratulations on that achievement baby how I wish could be there to see you.
You must have grown into a beautiful young lady, my young lady.
I don't know how life is going to be for you without me but be sure of one thing even in death I will love. I wanted to stay by your side and see you grow but I can't fight anymore.
When you first said " Mama " I realised you're my whole life and my everything. So I named you Rose, cause you looked beautiful like them at that time.
Things are not easy my love, I have been battling with leukemia for a year now, I tried to stand for you but failed. Your aunt Pauline came for you and I know she will be a good mother to you, she's the only one I can trust to give you the best life.
You're my greatest treasure and the only thing I am grateful for in this life is you. When I got pregnant everyone was against it and I tried to abort you numerous times.
Thank God I didn't cause when I gave birth to you, I couldn't take my eyes off you.
The first time when I was about to feed you and you opened your emerald eyes I knew letting go won't be easy, it hurts me so much to know that am going to miss out on my role as a mother.
I wanted to be there when you turn five, and then twelve, fifteen. I wanted to prepare a dress for your prom night, give you the best eighteenth birthday. I wish I am there to help you prepare for your date and wedding and then see my grand kids but all that won't happen.
I can feel my life ending and sad that all this won't happen but still I thank God for giving me a chance to carry you in my womb, to hold you in my arms and hear your small voice.
I know things won't be easy and the world is tough but keep holding on and stay touch.
I love you so my girl and I know soon we will meet again.
By the time I finished reading this, I couldn't stop my tears, I placed the paper down and hid my face in my palms sobbing quietly.
Seeing all this touched my heart and I felt so chocked up with emotions, It was hard to control myself now.
My body shook with a sob and the lump in my throat grew bigger, I felt so happy and so sad at the moment. I missed her so badly though I didn't get a chance to know.
Ever since I started to understand, I always thought she had left me cause she didn't love me but now the truth was here right in front of me. My mom loved me so much, I was her treasure as she's to me.
Well it was hard knowing that I was deprived of the chance to know her and maybe at least have a clear image of her smile in my mind, knowing that she touched me and used to carry me in her arms was enough to comfort me.
Soon I had no more tears to share, my eyes closed and I felt that comfort and peace that I always yearned for take over.
I slowly opened my eyes and and saw a handkerchief in front of me, my eyes lifted to Mr. Rogers and he nodded for me to take it.
I looked back down at it, I have been cold towards this man from the beginning of the truth but seeing this letter made me soft.
"When is my birthday ?" I couldn't stop myself from asking, even though my voice was shaky am glad it didn't break at all.
"08th September 1992 " he whispered as if not wanting me to hear but I did.
I nodded not bothering to look up at this man, now all the questions I had were answered immediately and he also understood why I asked.
"Before you reached out to me I was already looking for you, your birthday is in a few weeks and I had to give you everything that your mom left behind for you " He added.
At this I lifted my head attentively, his words told me that my mom must have left more than a letter.
"A few months after your mom's death, a lawyer came looking for me " he said and now I sat up straight waiting for his next words.