Inheritance

“James, are you a boxer?”
Yes. How did you know?”
“Lucky guess”

HOOONNNK!!!!!!!!!!!The car behind us screeched.

James stomped on the gas jerking us past the formerly red light.

I see my theory of the visions coming from the stress of my parent’s death flying right past my eyes and out the window. I couldn’t have known he was a boxer before. These visions can’t be coming from my own mind anymore. They must be coming from the outside world. So the visions must be coming from the other person, or me taking them from the other person. How exactly did I “take” a vision? And if I am taking a vision, are they true? Will James go to the

“Ugh” I sighed.
“What?” asked James

I thought quickly of something to say so he wouldn’t think I belonged in a mental institution. I could just imagine him on the phone “hey, mom, dad, I think this one is defective. We should take her back to the store for a replacement”

“I just hate awkward silences. Let’s get to know each other.” I suggested
“Well, we can play two truths and a lie.”
“That sounds great!” I said glad that we were getting past what happened at the red light.
“Ok, I’ll go first. My favorite flavor of ice cream is vanilla, I’m a vegetarian, and I have never had a friend for more than 3 years.”
“I think the friend one is a lie. I haven’t even known you for an hour and I can tell that you are definitely one of the most charismatic people I’ve ever met.”
“Awww, thank you. But sadly you’re incorrect. I moved so often that it’s impossible to keep up with my older friends. I can still name all my old friends but it’s been years since I last talked to most of them. Don’t pity me though, just forget it and take another guess. Now you have a fifty fifty chance.”
“I guess that your favorite ice cream flavor isn’t vanilla. You seem more like a chocolate girl.”
“Wow, that’s awesome! How did you know that my favorite ice cream flavor is Chocolate?”
“Lucky guess” he said mimicking my answer to his question.
“Just wondering, why are you a vegetarian?”
“I’ve just never really ever been able to stand the idea of eating another living thing. I could probably eat meat if I was starving, but otherwise it just feels wrong to me. I don’t care if the people around me are carnivores, but just not for me. So, enough about me, it’s your turn.”
“Hmmm…let me think a sec…I’m also an adopted child, my coach thinks I’m on the way to the junior Olympics, but I’m not so sure, and… I’m in public school” He said the last part in only a slightly strained voice.
“I thought at first that the lie was that you were adopted, but now I think it’s that you are in public school because 1 no way a child of Jacob Soto would be in the public school system, 2 you hesitated, and 3 your just not a very good liar.” I said
“Really? I didn’t think I was that bad”
“You could be much worst, I knew this one guy that couldn’t lie for the like of him. Whenever he tried he would begin sweating profusely and laughing manically while crying. It was actually really funny to watch. I loved that boy though because I knew he would never lie to me. The bad part about him though was that he couldn’t keep a secret.”
“haha, that makes me feel much better, but since you now know I am a horrible liar maybe we should play a different game.”
“Or we could just talk to each other” I suggested
“Or we could do that, so give me your autobiography”
“Ok, well the defining thing in my life has always been my parents. They were always there through everything. I’ve always known that they weren’t really my parents because of their Caucasianess. They’ve given me the story of how they found me a thousand times because I never got tired of it.”

~~flashback~~

“Time for bed sweetheart” said my mother with her loving chocolate eyes.
“But mommy, I’m not sleepy.” I whined like the six year old girl I was.
“That doesn’t mean you can’t go to bed. Here, I’ll make you a deal, you go to bed and I’ll tell you the story of the doorstep baby.”
“Yay! Ok mommy!” I said with a smile spreading across my face. This was my favorite bedtime story.
“I’m amazed that you haven’t grown to hate this story yet, me and daddy have told it to you so much.”
“Mommyyyy, start the story.” I pouted.
“Ok sweetheart, Once upon a time there was a happy couple.” My mother said in her low melodic story telling voice. “They loved each other very much and would do anything for the other. They had the same morals to never steal, cheat, or lie. They also loved their country and had dedicated their lives to its service. They wanted to start a family together. The only problem was that the woman was barren. She couldn’t have children. This made her and her husband very sad. They prayed every night for god to give them a child. God looked down at them and saw that they were good people and decided to grant them what they wanted. One day the man and the woman heard a wailing coming from the doorway in the middle of the night. They rushed to the door to see what it was. They jerked open the door to the sight of a ball of cloths that had been making the crying noise. The woman picked up the blankets to see the prettiest baby girl they had ever seen. Her eyes were the deepest pools of onyx, and her skin a butter smooth beach wood color that would become easily darkened but not burned in the sun. They took the baby girl into their home and made her their daughter. Every day they thanked god for giving such a wonderful daughter. The sheets that the baby girl came in became her favorite. She would scarcely ever let go of them. One day, maybe a week after she had become part of the family the woman took the blanket so she could wash it. The blanket had a pouch in it that everybody had disregarded. Before she washed the blanket she emptied out the pocket and found a piece of paper. Perplexed the mother read it. It said

Dear family,
I am leaving my daughter here for you. Please take good care of her. She is quite a special girl in more ways than you would probably expect. Tell her one day that her parents loved her but couldn’t keep her for her own good. I’m sorry to be forcing the responsibility of parenthood on you without your consent but I know in my heart that you will make great parents.

Bless you and your new family

PS: her name is Ankita”

“That’s my name!”
“Of course it is, because the baby is you.”
~~end flash back~~

“ I still have that blanket” I said as I finished the story.