never too late ✎ adopted by phan

26*'that girl'

in honour of this book hitting SIX tHOUSAND VEIWS?!?!?
aND ITS BEEN TWOOOO YEARS SINCE I STARTED THIS BOOK
THATS
LITERALLY
FFFFRICKING
INSANE
t h a n k y o u s o m u c h !
eeeeenjoy this little crappy chapter !!
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Brook

10 years later

"Mummy?" I heard her say. I turned around to look at my daughter and son.
"Yes sweetheart?" I stood up and then got down to her level.
"Who's that girl?" Emma asked, pointing to a frame, I walked over to it. It was a frame on our shelves over the tv. I breathed out slowly as I looked at it.

It was a picture of Emerald. It's been there for a while but both of the kids hadn't asked me.
"Have...have I never told you?" I turned and looked at her.
"No." Phillip said as I sat on the couch and then patted the couch, ushering them to sit down with me, they did as I smiled at them.

"That girl would be your auntie. She was my sister." I said, biting my lip slowly because I could feel tears forming.
"How come we've never seen her?" Phillip asked (yes phil wanted me to name my child after him).
"Yeah, and she looks too young to be an auntie." Emma said.

"Because that was an old picture. Her name was Emerald. Sort of named after you, Emma." I said looking at her.
"And I was named after grandad! Wasn't I mum!" Phil said, proudly.
"Yes you were, Philly." I smiled.
"Go on mum. How come we never met her?" Emma asked.

"Well.." I started, "she isn't here anymore because she got a horrible thing called cancer." I tried to explain, it being hard because they were both five, and it being hard because I didn't want to talk about it. "And it killed her." I said, trying not to cry. Silence filled the room.

"Did dad not meet her?" Phil asked.
"No, she died quite young, before I met your dad. She died when I had just turned 15. She was nearly 14." I said, ending up crying anyway.

"Mummy it's okay." Emma did hugging me.
"Yeah, it'll be alright. Grandad and Grandpa will be over soon." Phil said, joining the hug. "And so will dad!" I smiled, continuing to cry as I hugged them back.

I was so lucky to have this, still have my funny, amazing dads, have a beautiful, kind husband, have two heartwarming, beautiful twins. But I still wished that Emerald could be a part of that too. I still miss her everyday. I'm not usually as sad unless I talk about her. I'm stronger than I was before, knowing that she wouldn't want us to cry for her, she'd want us to get on with our lives and live them like she would've wanted to herself.

I was a primary school teacher now, I was 26 years old and Emerald would've been 24.

Dan and Phil are getting older are still doing YouTube, Phil is nearly 40 and dan is in his late 30's

I had the twins, Phillip (I'm sure you can guess who's suggestion that was) and Emma when I was 21 and married a year after we had them. I married Jack who I had been dating since we met at my uni when I was 18. He proposed when I was 22 and he was 23.

"Hello!!" I heard Phil shout when he opened the door.
"Grandad! Grandpa!" Emma and Phil jr shouted, laughing.
"My two beautiful grandchildren!" Dan laughed, picking up Emma in his arms and Phil picking up his own little replica.

"Grandpa!" Phil jr wined laughing once Phil kissed him on the cheek. They got put down and Phil Jr got in Dan arms and Emma in Phil's until they got put down and Dan and Phil came over to me.

"Hello sweetie!" Dan smiled, giving me a hug, Phil hugged me and looked at me.
"Are you okay Brook?" He asked, I was about to reply until the door opened again and Jack entered.