AGE GAP STORY!!!
Beverly clover fawn, the definition of sweetness, the most precious girl as considered by her parents. but due to her father's business and busy schedule, he somewhere left his daughter behind.
that's when someone else grabbed he...
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{Beverly}
"Hello?" I ask as I pick up the call. I wait for a few seconds before asking again.
"Hello?" I ask. I know most people won't want to talk to me because of my voice. I myself don't like the way I sound.
"Fawn" that name. Only aunt Emilia calls me that. I get up from my bed immediately.
"Aunt Lia, is it really you" I ask excitedly. I hear a chuckle from the other side.
"I miss you fawn" my eyes water at her confession. I miss her too.
Aunt Lia is my mama's only sister. They shared an amazing bond. Aunt Lia loved me like her own child. But after mama's death, dad never had time to visit the village. We started to grow apart and one day we no more visited or called eachother.
"I was wondering if you'd want to visit me this weekend. Your cheekys are also going to be born" I squeal excitedly at that thought. Aunt Lia had a lot of pets in her garden. And i mean a lot. my favourite were the chicks.
They looked so cute , running around the farm in their yellow furry body. I named them all cheekys. They were as soft as a feather.
"I want to visit you. But ......I'll have to ask for dad's permission" I sigh sadly. I don't think he will be willing to leave his work and go.
"Oh! Come on. You're my niece as well. I don't care what that dirtbag says. If he can't bring you , you can come with one of his drivers or I'll ask John to pick you up" she suggested. I don't want to trouble uncle John so I tell her that i will talk to dad over dinner.
At the dinner table, I sit besides mumma. On the head of the table was dad and next to him was Mr. Petrov.
".....dad" I call out. He looks at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Aunt Lia called. I-I wanted to ask if..... I could visit her for the weekend" I look at him with hopeful eyes. Dad puts his fork down and the room becomes dead silent.
"How many times do I have to tell you that I don't have time to visit her Beverly? I have work to do. I don't own a farm or live in a dunk like her"
His words hit me so hard. The way he spoke about her farm made my heart ache. I try to control my wobbling lip as I bite it.
"I can take her" those words leave a spark of hope in me. My eyes lighten up as I look at Mr. Petrov enjoying his dinner nonchalantly as if he just didn't say that he'll grant me my wish.
