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She pointed to the mural again. It had lots of co-
lours: green, yellow, red, purple, blue and even
orange. Just like the lights that went from under
the tree.
‘’Go in there,’’ she whispered, ‘’Go in there and you
will go back to your world, my dear.’’
And then, she smiled, her faced covered in tears
all over again. I hugged her, feeling a warmness
that I had never felt: she was truly my mother.
‘’But…what about you?’’ I asked, near tears.
‘’I’ll be fine. I found you, right?’’ she said, ‘’All I nee-
ded to do was see you again, my dear. And…’’ she
looked at the door, that remained close, ‘’I need to
talk to your father, too.’’
So that man was my true father? I couldn’t say
anything else: I was crying as she let me go. The
warmness was gone as I walked near the multi-
color wall. Mum waved to me as she got near the
door.
‘’Goodbye, Paige,’’ she said in a maternal tone, ‘’I
love you, sweetie.’’
As I touched the mural, lights from different co-
lours covered my body… green, yellow, red, pur-
ple, blue and even orange.
Maybe forgetting my money wasn’t that bad.
“Antonio” by Adriana Torres - winning
story BSP Short Story competition Junior
category