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.

 

I guess I could be grateful. Even if Daisy didn't search, I'm holding

 

still couldn't believe I have a baby

 

asked, suddenly feeling the urge to know

 

six" She smiled. "Her father died when she was

 

but no

 

all I ever wanted" She beamed, but her smile was immediately replaced with

 

"Victoria, I might not have long left. I can't say because it's unpredictable and uncommon, but it's not impossible. I was diagnosed with epilepsy last year" She informed me sadly. A gasp left my mouth as I processed what she

 

nurse, but I knew it was indeed dangerous. And the worst part is, you don't even know when or if you're gonna have

 

cry even though I

 

eyes burnt with tears. I knew I couldn't stop it, but I just

 

head with a small smile, grabbing

 

you've become. My little Victoria is a nurse" She beamed,

 

there making my thoughts wander. When I

 

okay with it. I've had my fair 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

 

met my eyes. "I knew I needed Zoey to grow up with someone I trust, so I was going to beg Sophie but I'm afraid I took away most of her

 

a confused look

 

you?" I

 

asked carefully. I

 

and she didn't get over it.

 

to relive that moment again. She threw her hands over her mouth in shock, as tears ran from her eyes for the umpteenth

 

suddenly felt the urge to go comfort her. I knew we weren't on the best terms and she was downright wrong for leaving like that. But

 

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

 

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

 

simply hushed her from time to time, occasionally drying the few tears

 

more pained. "Victoria I know it's a lot to ask

 

she could ask. I knew that she was hurting for the loss of her sister, but

 

I can at least take away her worries. Besides, I would never sit around and watch my sister grow up in an orphanage if something should

 

need to have a long nice talk

 

how much this means to me" She held me tighter, and

 

had a mother, but I knew this moment right here will

 

minutes like that until we migrated to the living room where Lincoln and Zoey

 

in a corner looking at old pictures with Sophie from her photo album. She

 

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