Over the course of the years I had been alive--I had never met my real father. There was a father figure in my life, but he wasn't my real father. I wasn't stupid. I figured it out, eventually. You would think I would have caught on sooner, but my hopes were getting in the way of the somewhat bitter reality.

I had black hair and so did my twin sister, so we obviously couldn't have came from a father who had blonde hair, right? I never mentioned it, however. Even though I was bursting with curosity about that subject, I couldn't gather the courage to ask. I still don't know what was keeping me from talking. Maybe I didn't want to know a live a life lies, and die still not knowing. I felt like the answer was worse a truth than them lying to me. I was naive.

Maybe I was adopted? Who knows. I was happy, having a man named Naruto Uzumaki as my father. Sure, he was a little over protective and noisy sometimes, but all fathers are like that, right? He was the Hokage so I rarely saw him, espically with my mother, Sakura Haruno. I thought they loved each other--they didn't fight, they were nice to each other and sometimes even teased each other, but no--I was very wrong. Our 'mom' was always at the hospital and 'dad' was the Hokage. Sounds like a life of luxury? It's not. It's lonely. At least I had the company of my twin sister, Sakurako, but that was only when I wanted to kill myself because I was so bored. Sakurako had a love for music, like me, but only payed attention to the bubble gum pop singers And yes, we are ninja, at least, training to be. I don't hate Sakurako, but she gets on my nerves like all siblings. When she is blasting pop music on the radio, she is the top ranking ninja in training. I'm twelve, she's twelve, too--only two minutes younger.

My name is Haruno Miyuki, my mother is Haruno Sakura. When I just turned eleven, I was a firm believer in my theory about someone else being my biological father. Maybe it was my wishful thinking that got me

On June 19, I went to bed, not expecting what was going to happen tomorrow night. I heard talking downstairs, it was my mother's voice.

"I'm going to give the girls their surprise tomorrow," she said into the phone.

Surprise? I was then interested in their conversation.

"No, Ino. Naruto knows, he's fine with it. He knew all along, he helped me with it," Mom replied to TenTen, who was a fellow kunnoichii and childhood friends of hers. She was also the mother of one my classmates.

"He'll be waiting for them tomorrow," she answered. At that I ran back into my room and flopped on my bed. I put one and two together and I knew that surprise was my real father. So, I finally went to sleep with butterflies of anixety fluttering in my stomach.

I really should've known better. When I woke up, on the black desk chair of my room was a big teddy bear. It stared at me and I stared back. That was the surprise. It was a nice gift, but it wasn't what I wanted--I wanted to see you sitting there, Dad.