Rhayena, is the name I've found. I've dug through everything I can find of my dad, and finally found a reference to the woman who is my mother.
"She's gone now. She's left me with our daughter, and vanished without a trace. I loved her, more than anything. I wish that she'd stayed around, I could've had her name cleared, she could have really turned over a new leaf. I know she could have.
I hope she wasn't just playing me to be freed from custody, because if she did, she did so without giving the slightest indicator of it throughout the whole year long ordeal.
I don't know what to do about this baby, I never thought of myself as being a father. But I know I'm not going to abandon this child. I guess I'm a little more responsible than Rhayena ever was. It's going to be hard to explain to my daughter why, her mother is gone.. I don't know if I'll be able to tell her the true reason, but that's years away. She's my world now. I just need a name."
It makes me miss my dad again, but I've come to terms with his loss. But, Rhayena, is a name I've never even heard before. The name belongs to someone I've never seen, someone who no one else seems to know. Someone who's name doesn't show up anywhere else, including the headstones in all the graveyards nearby. She may still be alive.
I don't know if I want to meet her. But I feel like I need to. Would she recognize me? Would she even want to see me?
There's so many questions I need to know the answer to.
Do I look anything like her?
I need to know. Or at least know for a fact that she's dead.
I need to know.
