My Name Is Laura, But There's So Much More To Find Out

I have discovered my name is Laura Regent.  I'm Laura.  Call me Laura!

This is fantastic.  It's like being reborn. This is my real name.  Even if no-one has called me that yet.  I long for the day when someone comes up to me and calls me Laura.

I know all this because my sister Kim has written in.  And maybe that's why I chose the name 'Kim' - some distant memory of her, not because of the game.  I wish I could picture her - I can't, not yet - but she mentions the blue leaky roof and that does start to open something up.  Whenever the rain started, we used to go and get that old German helmet from Dad's den, right?, and sit watching the drops plop in.  And then we'd wait to see how mad Dad was when he got back and giggle while he'd tell us how his Daddy brought it back from Arnhem and....

But he was your Dad, wasn't he?  Not mine.  What happened to mine?  And if your Dad gets your letter, maybe he'll come on the blog, tell me more.

The problem is that Kim tells me that I left home in 2004 and cut myself off from her and our mother and everyone.  She doesn't know where I've been for three years, just that I was searching for something or someone and had a boyfriend (she thinks) helping me. And it means that the woman they rang on Outlook is my mother.  I am going to have to see if I can find her, speak to her, see what she knows.  But if you're there, reading this blog, Mum, please will you come online, tell me what you know about where I've been.  You said something about my father as well - my real father - said he was 'trash'.  Why did you say that?  And if Regent is my stepfather's name, what's my real name, my birth name.  Please tell me. Please.

The only person who has definitely seen me since 2004 is Em who saw me in Paris, in a taxi, outside the Louvre.  And someone who had been showing people that photo of mine was calling after me, shouting the name 'Nicky'.  Was that my name then?  Was that short for Dominique?  Or is there someone else called Nicky?  Could it be the N who left me that note - if it wasn't Jonathan?

No, I'm not going to get confused and disheartened again.  I am Laura.  I know that for sure.  Others things will now slot into place.  Other people will know me.  Please, if you do, post something here.

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Comments

[Kim Regent]

Laura-

Yes! You do remember something. The helmet, I'd forgotten about it, was a treasure of ours when we were little. I loved the sound the water made as it collected in the battered old thing. Dad was so proud of it and hated when we ran off with it. Of course, he took it with him when he left.

Anways, I'm going out of the town for the weekend and won't be able to post for a bit.

I hope you're alright. No word yet from my dad--I'll let you know as soon as I hear from him.

I hope you stay safe and remember more.
Your Kim.