The lost child

The letter

Mark's POV~

It's December 7th and I'm bringing in the mail. Sam and Tim are on winter break from school. It's been exactly ten years since we adopted them at five years old. Jack grabs the mail and sighs.
"That's what you get Mcgrabby, a fist full of bills." I say trying to get the mail back from him.
"Not this one though." He says looking at one that looks to be in girl's hand writing. "And it's to you." He hands it to me.
I look at it a moment then open it.
"What does it say dad?" Tim asks from the couch.
"Hmm. It says,
Dear Uncle,

   I'm afraid my father has passed away and I have no other family. My grandfather wants me to live in Ireland but the last time I was there it was horrible. My name is Vicki, my father's name was Charlie. He told me you would know or remember me if that helps. I need a place to live besides the temporary homes the church is putting me in. I am only at this home until December 6th, please do not mail to this address. I will be back at the church of England in Cincinnati, Ohio until the 18th of  December. Please consider taking me in.

                                                             -Vicki
Odd Charlie never said anything about him having a daughter."
"Maybe that's because he's dead." Sam says.
"Yeah but it sounds like she's just a little younger than you two. Maybe 12 or 13."
"Maybe this just a prank trying to get noticed by you. Besides that was quite offensive about the whole 'Ireland is terrible' thing." Jack said.
"Hmm, I'll go check it out. Maybe it is a prank maybe it's not. According to this any way she supposed to be at the church of England which is close by so might as well." I shrugged as I grabbed my keys.
I drive to the church and walk inside.
"Excuse me but I am looking for a little girl that mailed a letter to me saying I could find her hear." I ask a lady who offered to show me around.
"What's the girl's name?" She asked.
"Vicki, I believe."
"Right this way."
I followed her to a room where a redheaded girl was lying down crying on a bed holding a picture.
"Vicki, someone's here to see you."
She looks up at me in surprise. She sits up and then she looks like the toddler I saw my brother with in photos and pictures.
"Are you the man in this photo?" She ask as handing me the picture she was holding.
The picture is of me and Charlie when I first dyed my hair red.
"Yes, are you Charlie's kid?"
She nods.
"I'm Mark and I'm guessing that you're the little girl who mailed me this letter." I say holding up the letter.
She looks at the letter then at me. She looks as if she's ready to burst into tears. I sit next to her on the bed and try to comfort her but she crys in my arms.
"I'm so sorry for this."
"Why should you be sorry? You need a home and knowing my step-brother he chose the person he most trusted. But I have one question though."
"What's the question?"
"What happened to your mom?"
"I-I never knew her. I don't know what her name is or what she looks like."
"Hmm. That's all I needed to know but knowing my husband and kids they'll have hundreds of questions, but, if you don't want to answer them you don't have to."
"Does that mean you're going to keep me?"
"Yep, you get your things and then I'll take you home."
"Okay uncle Mark."
I chuckle and walk over to talk to the lady who was happy to see her going to a home where she will most likely stay. When we walk out she holds my hand and tightens her grip when people start to tease her about her coming back in a month. When we got to the car she jumped in and held her picture of her dad close. During the drive back she tells me she's 12 and her father passed away a few weeks ago. I pull into the garage and get her stuff out and lead her inside.
"Jack, Sam, Tim I'm back and I turned out not to be a prank like you thought." I call out as we enter the house.
Tim and Sam run up to me doing their signature 'What?' in sync.
"This is your cousin Vicki." I introduce her.
"Hi."
Sam and Tim just wave back in shock. Vicki is almost as tall as them and they are four inches shorter than me.

Vicki's POV~

"So, Ye brought another one home. What are ya gonna bring home next? A pet hamster?" A man walks up from behind us with a thick Irish accent.
I shiver at the sound for it reminds me of my cruel grandfather.
"No, I was thinking of a 'carr' for Tim and Sam, Jack."
"Will ya stop with the makin' fun o' the Irish ting? I can say car correctly as well as in me Irish ways."
"Anyway! Vicki's going to be staying with us so please behave children." Mark said to the three other men standing there, including the one who was wearing a wedding ring and had green hair.
The greenhaired man rolled his eyes and disappeared up the second staircase to go do something.
"So, you're our cousin?" One of the boys about my height with pure green hair asks me.
"Yeah, I guess. I don't really have any other family besides my Gobshite of a grandfather. He wants me to live with him without any connection to my father."
"Well, that's just how Justin works." Mark said.
"Justin?"
"Yeah, that's what Charlie's dad's name was. Although he and my dad always had a hateful relationship."
"Why did they hate each other?"
"Justin always blamed my dad for the divorce between him and my step-mom. He honestly was happy when my dad died of cancer."
"My father said that he would have rathered you or his step-dad to take care of me than 'Justin'."
"I don't blame him, Justin's a jerk and all out. . . Never mind." Mark shoke off the thought of what I would guess a cuse word.

*Hey! I ends there! I'm sorry! Please don't spam me! I need to save what I have in store for the next chapter. My kindle froze up so I have to do this on a computer. See all you lovely masturbation Nekos in the next chapter!