Obsession Chapter 2 Part 1
CHAPTER 2 · PART ONE
Obsession
Sara
“You are my grandma?” I repeated, still in disbelief.
“Yes,” she replied softly.
“Why are you just coming now? And where is my dad?”
Before she could respond, the door swung open, and Mom stepped in, her eyes wide with confusion. “What’s going on here?”
“You must be Stella. I’m Michael’s mom,” the woman—my grandma—said, stretching out her hand for a handshake.
I glanced at my mom, searching her face for a clue, but she looked just as shocked. My father was a forbidden topic in our house—more like he-who-must-not-be-named.
When I was six, I used to beg and cry to know more about him, desperate to understand why I never had a dad around. Mom told me only two things: he was white, and he wasn’t coming back. I stopped asking after that.
My grandma’s hand was still hovering in the air, waiting.
“Yes, I’m Stella,” my mom finally said, her voice unsteady as she took the outstretched hand. “Please, come inside.”
No amount of shock could stop her from being hospitable. That’s just how she was.
We walked into the living room, and Mom offered Grandma the couch while she hurried to the kitchen to find something to serve.
My mind buzzed with questions I’d been asking myself for years.
Who is my father? Where is he? Why didn’t he ever come for me? And why now?
The curiosity burned inside me like a flame reignited.
“Your dad said I should tell you he loves you so much,” Grandma said gently.
Her words hit deep, but it wasn’t enough. “That doesn’t answer the question.”
She sighed, sadness softening her face. “He’s in the heavens, watching over you.”
My heart dropped. The words settled like stones in my chest.
I never got to meet him. Never heard his voice. And now I never would.
“Look at him,” Grandma said, handing me her phone.
I hesitated, then took it.
He had my eyes—those same blue eyes—and my chocolate-brown hair. His smile flashed with deep-set dimples. I was his replica.
“He was just a scared kid,” she said softly. “Life was unfair to him. He battled cancer for most of his life.”
“And that’s why—” my throat tightened.
“Yes,” she nodded. “That’s why he was absent. But I’m here to fix that.”
“Why now?”
“I searched the whole world for you, Sara. For years. Just when I had lost all hope, I found you.”
Her eyes glistened with love and relief.
“I can’t believe this,” I whispered.
“I can’t believe it either,” she smiled through tears. “I knew you’d be such a beauty.”
Mom appeared with a tray of coffee, her hands steady though her face betrayed her emotions. The rich aroma filled the room.
Betty appeared moments later with biscuits, her eyes wide as she sat beside me.
Honestly, I felt the same way.