“Are you okay, dear?” Anastacia asked Laura concerned with how Laura positioned her hand on her head with her eyes closed. Laura turned to her gaze and smiled slightly.
“Maybe I’m just not used to riding cars-“ Laura was hesitant on how she should salute this beautiful and young-looking lady.
“Mom. Call me your mom, sweetie. No need to be shy. We will be your parents from now on. Right, honey?” Her husband nodded in agreement and quickly turned to smile at Laura and then focused his sight on the street.
“She’s right. We are now a family. You don’t need to be shy when calling to us, okay?” George assured that made Laura smile.
"Sure, m-mom." Laura lowered her head in embarrassment as she was stuttering with her salutation. Anastacia giggled at the way she acted. She wrapped her arms around Laura’s head and landed a kiss on her forehead. She then messed up her hair for a bit.
“Such a cute being. Marilyn should be lucky to have you as a sister. You don’t need to fear her. She may act furious but she’s a good child too. I don’t want her to be alone at school.” Anastacia took a deep breath for a moment and smiled.
“Promise me you’ll be on good terms with her, okay? Promise me you’ll take care of each other wherever you go. I hope you mingle with her, okay?” She stared deep into Laura’s eyes. Although confusion is evident in Laura’s eyes, she managed to give a smile back to Anastacia – her mom.
Laura reposed her head on the window mindlessly staring at the road thinking about what Marilyn looks like, how she should approach her, and what does it feel like living inside a house. No, a home rather.
As the car continuously hit the road, Laura found herself closing her eyes and her mind drifted away into the busy streets ahead of them. Anastacia, staring at the young girl, couldn't help but reminisce. A thought came into her. While thinking about her past, a tear escaped from her eye.
"Honey, are you okay?" George asked with a humble concern.
"I just remembered something. How many years has it been, George?" She asked while wiping her tears.
"10 years. You still remember it now and then, don't you?" Anastacia looked away and slowly took a breath.
"How can I forget something so easily?" George never dared to speak again. It was painful to talk about. George silently hopes she'll be over it soon.
Laura slept during the trip and now, Anastacia is shaking her hand to wake her up. Laura, waking up to a not familiar motion, looked around and checked on herself.
“We’re here, sweetie. Let’s enter the house, shall we?” The way Anastacia's cheeks brighten up made Laura smiled with glee. She nodded and got a hold of herself out of the car. She helped to get her things out of the trunk as George smiled at her sense of responsibility.
The dog resting on the door stood on its own and wiggled its tail as it approaches its owners. Laura, trying not to appear harmful, laid her legs on the grass, and waited for the dog to approach her. The dog sniffled her as she patiently stayed still trying not to wave a red flag against the dog.
'Please accept me, little dog' Laura kept saying it to herself like a mantra hoping it'll work.
Soon, the dog offered its head to Laura as if waiting to pet on. She landed her right hand on its head and it barked cheerfully.
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Ingeminate The Chronicle
ДуховныеA decade ago, a tragic event had forever been imprinted in the minds of those who are in Ixora University. Laura, an orphan living peacefully in St. Catherine's Home, was adopted by a humble family and is yet about to unveil the curse embedded in th...
