It Couldn't Be
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I'm searching for my mother. My real mother. Not the one who stole me away.

It Couldn't Be

I didn't know what to do when I found out that I was kidnapped. At first, I thought about running but then I realized I was 25, there really was no reason for me to run. I even live on my own. Who was going to stop me? I don't even know where I would run.

Could I go to the police? Tell them that I was kidnapped twenty years ago. That's when it happened. I don't remember much. I found out one day while doing some research for work.

It's kind of surprising what you'll find while searching the internet. I was apparently snatched out of the cart at the grocery store while my mother was looking at the shelves for something. I was taken around 2 PM on Saturday, June 6, 1998.

I wish I could remember more about that day or about my birth parents.

I start searching for names, locations, about the people who kidnapped me and raised me as their own. I tried to search my name, Trish Montgomery, but nothing came up.

Then I realized that was the name my kidnappers gave me. So, I went back and found out my real name, Trish Hughes.

A fundraiser which has been more ignored than donated to came up with a picture of young me and what I might look like years from when I was taken.

I looked at the picture and touched my own face before looking into the mirror in my room. It was definitely me.

There were a few things off, like my nose wasn't as round and my eyes weren't as big but it was me.

The fundraiser had a number attached to it and I decided to take the leap and call it. What was the worst that could happen?

"Lauren Hughes," the woman answered.

Hughes. My real mom.

"Hello?" I couldn't believe how lucky I was. My mom. "Uh..." I didn't know how to start. Would she believe me if I said I was her daughter?

"I don't have time to talk," she sighed. I couldn't speak and she let out another annoyed sigh. "Are you even there? That's it, I'm hanging up."

"I think I might be your daughter," I said before she could hang up on me. "I don't know if I am but I want to meet you to find out if I am."

"I've heard this before," she whispered. "My name is Trish Montgomery," I whispered. "I look just like the grown-up version of your daughter on the website. Please."

Lauren sighed and nodded. "Okay, I'll send you an address. Meet me there in a few days."

A few days later I found myself getting my DNA checked with Lauren's. She kept eyeing me wearily and I wished she would stop but I knew why she was doing it.

I would be weary too if a woman came out of nowhere claiming to be my daughter.

I wasn't worried though. I knew who I was and she was going to have to face it sooner or later. I watched as the nurse brought out the folder and offered us both a smile.

She handed it to Lauren and she looked at it. I watched as emotion tugged at her features and soon her eyes were locked onto mine. She slowly shook her head.

I looked between the nurse's smiling face and Lauren's. Something wasn't adding up. "Mom?"

She shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks. "It's not you," she whispered.

"It's me," I told her, taking a small step closer. "I know it's been twenty years...but I'm alive. I'm here."

Lauren shook her head. "You can't be her," she yelled, throwing down the folder. "You can't be her. How could you be her? My daughter is still out there missing and you're playing tricks. No."

I watched her leave and then looked at the nurse. Then I looked down at the folder and picked it up only to read that they matched.

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