Its 5am in the morning and I was still awake. I couldn’t stop thinking about those adoptions forms that I saw. So many questions filled my mind. Why didn’t he tell me I was adopted? How come I didn’t know? Who were my brothers that I was adopted along with? What happened to them? Where are they now?

I couldn’t even remember anything when I was a child, my whole childhood was a big blur. I remember once a few years ago I tried to ask my father, while he was reading his morning paper in the dining room.

“Um Dad?”

“Yes, Noah?” he put his paper down

“How come I can’t remember anything from when I was kid?” Then he proceeded to look back at his paper, avoiding eye contact as he took a deep breath.

“When you were around 7 years old you got really sick, with a high fever that caused you to get amnesia”

“But wh-“

“It shouldn’t affect you know that was past. Don’t ask me again.” He said as he got up from the table “Noah once I was like you, so curious about the past and life. I tried to meddle by doing things I wasn’t supposed to and well… that led to a irreversible mistake”

“What was that-?”

“It doesn’t matter” he interrupted me again

“But”

“Just don’t meddle with the past okay? It’s better if you live in the now” then he left.

That was weird. At that time I didn’t really think about what he said, I was just curious why I couldn’t remember.

Later that day I remember got up and started looking through childhood pictures hoping they could help me remember. But it was no use. They didn’t help. Never did I see a picture of my brothers. All of my childhood pictures were just me and my dad. But I always get the feeling that something wasn’t right with them.

“Ugh” I got up from my bed. Maybe I’m over thinking this. I got up and grabbed a photo album from my cabinet. I looked at my pictures. It’s been a long time but still nothing. Then suddenly something captured my eye, one of the pictures looked distorted in the background. That’s odd. It was only one spot of the entire background of the picture that looked distorted as if it was tempered before. Then I started to look at all my pictures closely. They all had distorted spots and some seemed it had a person cropped out. These pictures were tampered with! But why? Why would they need to, unless… Did my dad actually crop my brothers out? All of a sudden my alarm went off. I’ll think about this later, my dad is going to get at any minute now.