Meet Me By The Altar

MEMORY LANE

Before we start this chapter note this please.

.・✫・゜・。. Switch of POVS
♛ Time skip, just some other memory.

Enjoy

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I remember the first time meeting Devon's parents. I thought it would be a breeze. Devon had told me not to dress to fancy and just something simple. My outfit wasn't the problem for them. Rather it was my skin.

"Devon." His sister Mia said hugging him. She was only eight. "Whose that?" She asked, shying away from his side. She barely passed his waist. I think she has dwarfism. Or if that's what it's called.

"That's Mickay, she's my girlfriend." He said, patting her head lightly.

"Hi Devon's girlfriend." She said waving to me still tucked away on her brother's side.

"Hi Mia I'm Mickay. I like your dress." She was wearing a cute pale purple dress that was covered with butterflies and hearts. Along with multicoloured bows and clips in her black hair.

"Thank you." She said doing a twirl in the dress.

"You're welcome." I told her, then she dragged me inside.

"You look pretty."

.・✫・゜・。.

I watched Mickay go into the house following behind my sister. I was a twenty-two year old with an eight year old sister. My elder brother was twenty-five and we were teenage pregnancies.

I followed behind them, but ended up bumping into my mother.

"Where is she?" My mother asked me to put the serving trolley aside.

"Mia dragged her somewhere in the house."

"Can I see a picture of her? You've never shown me her." She asked me to beg me because I told she'd see her at dinner.

"You already know her. You saw her already in fact."

"Remind me."

"You'll see her at dinner." I told her trying to find where my sister had turned with Mickay. I found them seated on the floor of her room playing dolls.

"If you come in here you're playing dolls with us." Mia said without moving her head to look at the door way.

I backed out of the room and went into the kitchen to find something to occupy my time.

.・✫・゜・。.

I didn't even hear Devon's come by the door. But his sister sensed him before he even made it to the doorway.

We were playing house with dolls. I don't remember the last time I touched a doll. It was back to childhood days, even though mine wasn't eventful.

"Mia. You girls come down for dinner." I heard their mother call.

"Come on, my mom said she made lasagna." Mia said getting up off the floor and holding out her hand for me.

We walked to the kitchen passing multiple doors and beautiful vases and picture frames.

"Devon isn't that the girl from Fa-"

"Mhmm."

"That's why you ran out to the parking lot." His mother said remembering the event from anout a year or two ago. Devon gave her a toothy smile which his mother ignored.

"Come sit down love. It's nice to see you again." She said patting on the chair closest to Devon.

"It's good to see you again too Mrs. Russell." I told her to take a seat.