Michaela P.O.V.
"Hello..
"That's our sister." Blanket said. If looks could kill you should see my granddads face. He just walked up to us.
"So your father was Michael also?" She asked as she held my hand. I nodded.
"She will not be apart of the interview. Her mother would have a fit." Grandmother Katherine said.
"And your mother is?" She asked. I pulled my hand away.
"Its not important." I said.
"It most certainly is I would like to know. It will be totally off record. Mrs. Katherine if you would." Ms. Winfrey said.
"After our interview we can talk privately." Grandmother said. I left them to their interview as I went back to the studio house. I went into the piano room because I felt a little inspire.
I checked my phone and saw I had 20 missed calls from my mom and 15 from my sister Krissy.
I went to the piano room in the studio. I ran my hands over all the keys, then started to play again. I felt a little rusty at first till it came like second nature. I wasn't sure how long I was playing but it had to be a hour or so because all of a sudden I heard clapping.
"You play womderfully." Me. Winfrey said.
"Thank you." I turned in my seat and watched her take a few looks around the studio
"May I sit?" She asked.
"Yes." I answered. She sat on the couch.
"Tell me about yourself." She said.
"I'd rather not. This is about my dad not me today." I told her.
"But you are apart of your dad. What's your name sweetheart." She asked.
"The family calls me Mya or KK." I told her.
"Okay well is your mother here?" She asked.
"No she...
"Ms. Winfrey they need you on a plane right away." One of her people said.
"Okay. I'm coming. Well Ms. Mya it was nice meeting you and your family. I hope to have a sit down with you soon." Me. Oprah said as she reached out to hug me. I hugged her back.
"Yes ma'am. It was nice meeting you too." I told her.
She walked out the studio just as my brothers and sister were walking in.
"Blanket I don't think you were suppose to tell her who I was." I told him
"Why not you my sister and I love you." He came over and hugged my around my neck.
"I know." I said
"Isn't your mom going to tell everyone in her interview with Oprah tonight?" Prince asked.
"Since she had no clue who I was I think she did not." I said. "But hey what's done is done. Let have a pool day for the rest of the day." I said.
"Yeah!" Blanket jumped and we all went into the house to get ready.
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Whitney
"Bobbi Kris!" I yelled into her hotel room. It was now 8 at night and my interview with Oprah was now airing.
"Yes mom." She said coming up to me.
"Have you talk to your sister?" I asked.
"Nope she hasn't called me back or texted me." She said. As soon as she answered I had a phone call coming through my phone.
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FanfictionThis is about Whitney Houston and Michael Jackson love child... Michaela Willow Houston Jackson