I couldn't comprehend. Did Daisy have another daughter?

I whipped my head towards Daisy as she smiled brightly at the little girl, gesturing for her to come towards us.

 

"Victoria, this is Zoey. Your sister"

 

A gasp escaped my lips as I stared at the little girl in awe. I knew from the moment she called Daisy momma, but I didn't process it.

 

"This is sister Victoria?" Zoey asked in a sort of shy excitement as her big brown eyes widened.

 

"That's me," I said as a couple of tears rolled down my cheek with the brightest smile on my face. "Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I have a sister" I pulled her little frame into a hug, squeezing the life out of her.

 

I pushed her back gently so I could take a good look at her. It was quite obvious that our mom's genes were strong since she looked like a mini version of both of us.

 

Her eyes were the same as mine, and so were most of her features. Her complexion was darker than mine and Daisy's, and I could see that she was a mixed baby.

 

Her hair was full and fell in long, luscious almost coily curls. It wasn't the same chestnut brown as mine, but it wasn't black either. It was somewhere in the middle.

 

No bias shit, but my sister was the most beautiful little girl I've ever seen.

 

"You are so gorgeous" I whispered in amazement as I ogled my sister. A light blush formed on her face as she held her little teddy to hide it.

 

"Thank you. You're pretty too" She mumbled shyly as I resisted the urge to squeeze the life from her.

 

"Zoey sweetheart, can you give us a minute to talk please?" Daisy asked, and I shot her a pout.

 

"But I just met her" We both whined simultaneously, which made us laugh at the cute sister moment.

 

"You can spend more time with her later. I just need to talk for a while okay?"

 

She simply nodded as she headed for the exit. I watched her little frame retreat, and I knew I was already in love.

 

"You told her about me?" I asked, still looking at the exit as I remembered that she knew who I was.

 

"Yes, I always do. I knew she would find you one day"

 

"She would find me.. not 'we' would find me" I sighed as my mind drifted to the conversation we had earlier.

 

feel that awful again knowing that she actually told my sister about me. I guess I could be grateful. Even if Daisy didn't search, I'm holding on to that little hope that Zoey would've. But she doesn't

 

I have a baby

 

old is she?" I asked, suddenly feeling the urge to know everything about

 

father died when she was three though, so it's only

 

sounded like a hypocrite, but no way

 

She beamed, but her smile was immediately replaced with

 

unpredictable and uncommon, but it's not impossible. I was

 

knew it was indeed dangerous. And the worst part

 

at the thought. Just the thought made me want to cry even though I didn't know her, and even

 

to worry" I whispered as my eyes burnt with tears.

 

head with a small

 

you've become. My little Victoria is

 

making my thoughts

 

share of life, so whether it's 20 more years or 20 days, it's okay. " She let out a light chuckle, but it still didn't calm

 

Zoey to grow up with someone I trust, so

 

look when I noticed she

 

don't know, don't you?" I

 

asked carefully. I sighed, giving her a sad

 

sixteen. She lost a baby, and she didn't get over it. She committed

 

her hands over her mouth in shock, as tears ran from her eyes for the umpteenth

 

like that. But out of the

 

put you both through so much pain" She continued, but I didn't make any move to

 

so so sorry Victoria. I never thought about how my selfish actions would've affected

 

time, occasionally drying the few tears that escaped

 

She turned to face me, looking even more pained. "Victoria I know it's a lot to ask

 

ask. I knew that she was hurting for the loss of

 

worries. Besides, I would never sit around and watch my sister grow up in an orphanage if something

 

have a

 

don't know how much this means to

 

had a mother, but I knew this moment

 

more minutes like that until we migrated to the living room where

 

her photo album. She looked guilty and filled with regret, spilling tears occasionally. I could tell that she blamed

 

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