"Don't worry you can come and live with me," I say giving a thumbs up. We both wait in our room for hours and hours. Then we hear a knock on the door of the orphanage. The lady opens the door and we both run down stairs. I see Dad waiting there for me to give him a big fat hug.
"Dad!" I say.
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"I can't believe you're here, but how did you get out?" I asked teary.
"Well you'll always be my girl Thuy," Dad says.
I see Kim standing there watching me.
"Come on Kim," I say trying to make her feel welcome.
"Kim is that you?" asked Dad.
"Dad is that really you?" asked Kim. Dad nodded. Then I saw Kim talking to my dad, I was so confused.
"What do you mean? What's going on?" I say feeling muddled.
"Come on, why don't you two jump in the car and I'll tell you all about It," said Dad.
"You have a car?" I say while walking down the stairs of the orphanage.
"Yes," answers Dad looking happy.
"But how did you get that?" I ask.
"You'll see," Dad says. We both jump into the car in the two back seats.
"So what's going on Dad?" I say giving a nervous smile.
"You see girls, I was married to another woman and that was Kim's Mum and then I married your Mum Thuy because It didn't work out for me and Kim's Mum."
"But why? I don't get it," I say.
"Me neither," Kim says.
"Well the thing is you and Kim are both half sisters," Dad tries to make his voice sound calm.
"What!!!" we both shout together. My head was like a oven burning the food that was in it. I couldn't believe me and Kim were sisters. It was such a coincidence.
"But how did you get the car?" I ask.
"Well while I was fighting in the war I got paid a lot of money to fight for the country. So after I got a call from the orphanage that you were here in Australia, I packed my bags and went straight over," Dad says with joy.
"How did you get over here anyway?" Dad asks.
"Oh it's a long story Dad, so long that we don't even know how to begin it," Kim and I say with laughter. We all chuckle in the car as we drive off to our new home.
The End
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