Mira sat on the cobbled street corner, fingers raw from plucking at the strings of a Harp all day. Now it was time for her Night Job, A street side Violinist.
As she began to play, a Young man caught her eye. They looked... alike. In some way. The twinkle of their eyes.
They couldn't be..? Could they?
"Excuse me, Sir. Who are-?"
"I'm Phillip. Phillip Hamilton."
"Oh."
"Why?"
"I-I'm.." She couldn't say it.
Couldn't admit to it.
I couldn't say I was the spawn of his father and a TRAMP! I mean,
It's tough enough, avoiding my unknowing father, but it's harder when you realize,You have siblings.
(To be continued...)
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