Eva's point of view
"Eva," my sister called. She walks and immediately hugs me.
I quickly wrapped my hands around my sister's small body. "What's wrong, angel?" I asked.
"I'm hungry," she pouted.
"Already?" I chuckled.
She nodded her head as a respon. "Can I also drink another chocolate's milk?" she pleaded.
"Okay, okay. Just sit in the living room and I'll give you a chocolate's milk with some cookies."
Nadia Angella Andrus. The name was given by me, Nadia means 'hope' and Angella was because the first thing that came to my mind at the first sight when I saw my sister was an actual angel. My mother, didn't survive. She passed away after Nadia's birth.
Now, We both live with our aunt and uncle. Our aunt - Mrs. Alice is a barren woman, she treats us liker her actual child. And so does our uncle - Mr. Edwin.
Alice works at the hospital as a nurse and Edwin works as a police man. They both are rarely stay in the house, so most of the day I will spend my time with Nadia after I got home from school. Luckyly Alice's shift started after my school is done, that way we don't have to hire a babysitter to watch Nadia.
"Here are the cookies and the chocolate's milk," I walk out from the kitchen to the living room with a left hand holding a glass of milk and a right hand holding a plate of cookies.
Nadia's eyes spark in excitment, she claps her hands cheerfully. "Yeay," she cheers. "Thank you Eva." I smile in return, My heart warms at the sight of my happy sister. Nadia reminds me a lot of our parents, her eyes are green liker our father and she has a dimple on her right cheek just like our mother.
However, Nadia isn't my biological's sister. And so do our 'parents,' I was apdoted or at least was found in Mr. Andrus house at one night, dirty and helpless. I was put in a basket that is big enough for a baby to get fit in. There was a card inside it.
It says, 'take care of this precious baby.' I honestly don't know why I'm a precious baby when in reality my own parents didn't want me. Although, I'm sure there's always a reason behind everything. And to be honest, I'm grateful for everything that I have.
The card also has my name that was given by my biological's parents, Eva Youtan Horan. But somehow my father decided to change it to Evanna Youtan Andrus. He explained what 'Evanna' means. There was also a bracelet made of gold, there's small 'Yountan,' written on it. My father thought it was a weird name and wanted to removed it at first, but he changed his mind and decided to stick with the name.
Growing up, he taught me lots of things. He taught me how to use a gun, karate and archery. Archery is probably my favorite yet it is the hardest one, not only he taught me how to do archery but he also taught me how to make some arrows and bow from woods. It doesn't damage much, so it is not the best option when you want to kill someone, but good enough to hurt someone. Which is one of the reason why I prefer archery than gun shooting.
Also, I can create an arrow but I can't create a bullet. So when you're in the situation where you need tools to defend yourself, you can. Unlike gun, many people use it and didn't know the consequences.
About three years ago my father was sent on a mission and haven't return yet. He hasn't even meet Nadia, he left before she was born. He hasn't know his wife is already dead. And thinking about him making me sad. I was hoping he will be there when Nadia was born. But he wasn't for whatever reason it is.
Of course I feel slightly dissapointed, but it wouldn't change my promise for him. And that is taking care of my sister. I know he loves her, he used to talk a lot with her when she was still in mother's tummy. I just hope one day they can meet each other and interact like a father-daughter face to face.
But until then, it's only me and my sister.
So there's my first chapter, I hope you guys like it.
P.s the flower picture at the top is Youtan Poluo it is a very rare flowers and only blooms in 3000 years. I decided to put it to Eva's middle name, cause she is a very special character in this story.
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