Meet Annalisa Flora Brown, a 17 year old foster kid, who has been through a lot, from losing her family to moving from one house to another. She thinks at the age of 18, when she can now live on her own, her life would have relief but she has one mo...
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PROLOGUE
The D-day has finally arrived. Today is finally my day. In my family, we have this tradition that one day will be dedicated to someone and they would do whatever they wanted. Like a second birthday. Mine is August 25th and the day has finally arrived. Today, I have chosen to go to Paris to see the Musee d'Orsay.
After doing my usual morning routine. I pick my backpack, that my mum had packed the previous night, and wear the necklace that my dad had gotten for me, that has a paintbrush. I look in the mirror and I see a happy, bright 10 year old girl, with her straight, black, silky hair in pigtails in a shirt that says I love NYC and denim shorts. I take one last look around my room and my eyes stop at the mural dad and I made. I make my way downstairs and see my mum already in the kitchen making breakfast. I take a seat on a barstool next to the island.
"Hey Mum," I say.
"Hey Sweetheart, you seem very excited about today," Mum replies with a smile.
"I am but it would be more exciting if you and Hannah are coming too," I frown.
Dad and I were the only ones who got visas to Paris. Mum and Hannah decided to stay back while dad and I went because they want me to enjoy my D-day.
"We could always go there another time," she tells me stooping down to my level.
"As a family?" I asked.
"As a family," Mum says smiling even more.
She goes back to cooking breakfast. She puts a plate of pancakes, with honey in shape of a smiley face, in front of me. I start to digging into my food as soon as the plate drops on the table and I don't take my eyes off the food. I didn't even notice someone sit beside me until I saw a hand take one pancake off my plate. Without thinking, I try to get my food back. After a few tries, I look away from the stolen food to look at the thief and I see my mischievous twin sister, Hannah, laughing at me.
"Hannah!" I say to her angrily, "Give me back my food."
She takes the pancake close to her mouth and widens her mouth about to eat the pancake, she pauses before it enters her mouth and looks at me for my reaction. My face is already boiling with anger, "Don't you dare."
She smiles mischievously and eats the pancake. I steal a pancake off her plate and eat it before she can utter a single word. I smile back at her, her face was priceless, she was shocked and surprised, she looked as if she found out I'm superman. She opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted when dad came down. "Hey girls."
"Hey Dad," Hannah and I chorus.
Dad walks over to mum and gives her a peck on the lips. This is a usual greeting so Hannah and I have grown accustomed to it. My focus turns back to Hannah.
