Chapter 19

ANASTASIA

There is one thing about having bad memories, and there’s another when a particular sound triggers the memories.

Currently, that’s the issue I’ve been battling with, the beeping of my phone. Scientifically, it is about being traumatized by sounds and happens after a traumatic experience.

Since I started searching for who my parents are, basically not because I desire to see them but for the sake of hating more on them. I strongly want to meet my biological parents and watch as the regret displays in their eyes for leaving me, and then I would walk away permanently and they would never see me again.

I want them to live with regret like I’ve lived with pain all my life. I want them to be ashamed and astonished that I truly didn’t die and that I survived. I survived even after they abandoned me.

I haven’t gotten a reasonable response from the professional genealogist I hired a week ago. And this gives me tremors—fear of the failed research of my biological parents.

Whenever my