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SPECIAL EPISODE
"STREET LIGHTS"

▫️▫️...October, 2002...▫️▫️

The Gilbert family has always been big with birthdays and celebrations. No matter what kind of celebration it is.

They celebrate birthday week instead of only a day, Thanksgiving day, Christmas, New Year, the beginning of summer break, and funnily or not, the Gotcha Day.

It might be weird or just useless for many outsiders, but the day of Rosalind's adoption is celebrated like a normal birthday for anyone else.

All sitting in the living room, Miranda, Jenna, Elena, Caroline, Bonnie, Matt, Tyler, Liz, Carol and some of Rosalind's friends are going through some old baby pictures of Rosalind.

She was in fact, the cutest little baby ever.

Very much alike baby Hope at the same age.

"Oh, the Gotcha Day" Caroline grinned.

"Gotcha day?" Klaus, Elijah, Rebekah and Kol all stared confused at the rest of them.

Even thinking they do know Rosalind really well, they are starting to realize how much more there is to find out.

"The Gotcha Day is the day to celebrate Rosie's arrival on the family" Elena explains.

Jeremy nods in agreement.

"Isn't a bit unfair to you?" Hope asks her aunt "considering that you were adopted too? Shouldn't you have your own Gotcha Day too?"

I mean...when you speak like that...

"Oh, well..." honestly, Elena doesn't know what to answer.

None of them actually.

Finding out that she's technically Rosalind's and Jeremy's cousin instead of real sister, daughter of John Gilbert, descendant of Katherine Pierce and a doppelgänger on top of that, brought a lot of entertainment to all the Mystic gang by that time.

Suddenly, Jeremy and Grayson walked downstairs, stopping in the middle of it. The 8-year-old boy played a trumpet, announcing their arrival.

Grayson winced hard at the sound.

All of them turned towards the stairs expectantly.

Jeremy and Grayson raised their left arm, putting the other hand on top of their heart, almost as if they are in the middle of coronation.

"Hear ye, hear ye!" the boy announces "All rise for the Gotcha Day girl"

They all stood up from the couch excited.

"You know her, you love her, you want to squeeze her till her blonde curls are messy..." Grayson says, walking to the side, opening space between him and Jeremy "...Rosalind Gilbert!"

Emerging from the top of the stairs is a 13-year-old Rosalind, wearing white strap dress, reaching until the middle of her thighs, blue jeans jacket and a pair of sandals. Her hair was free with only her curls perfectly touching her back and not a trace of makeup in her face, only the natural rosiness of her cheeks and lips.