dear devonne

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I don't think I could ever hate my family. From the day I was born I was always praised for being the smarter, better behaved sister. Not saying that Demi or Dallas or even Maddie, (not that she counts), weren't smart or behaved, I was just always....above average. So I could only imagine what it was like for my mom and dad to find out their precious perfect little daughter was pregnant at the age of fifteen, let alone having sex.

I was shocked, myself. I was even more shocked when my parents kicked me straight out of the house and into foster care, knowing that no one would want a pregnant teenager.

But despite my strong dislike towards my family, I could never hate them.

My life is based solely on my six year old daughter, Lola. There's no room for hate.

Only love.

And what kind of person would I be to keep my only child from seeing her aunts or grandparents?

Not that she's ever asked to see them. But if she did, I wouldn't mind going back home for a visit. And I'm sure she wouldn't mind meeting family she doesn't even know she has. It's inevitable, honestly.

But how could something I would never expect, in a million years, just appear on my doorstep? No, not anyone from my family.

But a letter, asking me to visit them.

Dear Devonne,

Hi. I know, I haven't seen or talked to you in years and that's the first thing I have to say. Kind of pathetic. How have you been, you and your baby (although I'm sure it's not a baby anymore)?

I miss you. A lot. I remember the day momma kicked you out. I cried in Dallas's arms all night, Maddie was too little to understand.

She hasn't been the same since you left. Each day that I look at her I see nothing but regret in her eyes. None of us have been the same.

I have so much to say to you, to be able to fit it into this letter would be a miracle.

Please call me. I understand if you never want to speak to any of us again, but I'm not done with you quite yet. I need to speak with you, hear your voice again. Maybe even see you in person again?

In two weeks we're having a family reunion. You should come.

Anyways, my number hasn't changed, but I doubt you still have it.

Just hear me out, okay? 555-026-5624

Sincerely,

The one who was born first :P (aka Demi)

I chuckled a bit before looking over to the sleeping little girl laying on the couch to my right, and then my cell phone on the coffee table.

My head was pounding and my hands were shaking as I dialed the number in slowly.

"Hello?"