It was late afternoon already.“You're my mother..." I whispered to myself, I figured that if I wanted anybody to hear me, I had to speak louder but I couldn't find my voice. “My mother's name was Bridgette, was it her you gave... Was I the baby?." I asked her..., My mother, my real mother. Looking at her I didn't know what to say, we all didn't know what to say. We all looked ashen and spooked. I wasn't the only heir after all, I was the child of a lovely affair. Something in me spurred, gave life to light. She was my mother... I felt as if I was another person entirely, I didn't feel like my name was Darwinson Charleston Andersons.... No, I didn't feel like I had a name but I felt that I had a past a, strong past and there was a strong love that brought be to the world... Not the strange type Bridgette and Anderson had, finally I could call them by their first names... I whispered it out “Bridgette Andersons and Anderson Cooper Andersons." It sounded good to my ears. Noa is