Another day without anyone near me. Of course, I had to reject everyone as always.
A week passed, and Tash said she was sick of me. I didn't want to talk to Clinton, but I wrote back to him to not make him worry about me.
Somehow I dealt with all this, but it was difficult for me, especially since I had to make a decision. I offended Clinton and hurt Tash. I wanted to apologize to them, but I was afraid.
Instead, I spent the whole day on the couch watching movies.
Suddenly I heard the doorbell. I was surprised, however, I hoped it was Tash. So I went to the door, opening it.
In front of me, I saw a little blonde girl taller than me with a suitcase beside her. She was smiling and almost hugged me right away.
"Angie," she squeaked, moving away from me.
"Daisy..." it stopped me.
"Why did not you tell me you were pregnant? Tash called me" my older sister looked at me with a glazed look.
"I didn't mean to bother you." I shook my head, letting it inside.
"What are you talking about? Show me youself "she said, touching my stomach." When did you want to tell me? Or maybe just stand in the door with the child in your hands...?" she laughed, squeezing me again.
"When did you come?" I asked, still being surprised that she had traveled such a long way from Australia out here.
"Yesterday," she said shortly. I could see in her that something was wrong, so I did not want to discuss it. If she wanted to, she would have told me "Where is your stupid handsome horsie that I've seen so much on your Instagram?" she began to look around, but only saw Daniel lying on the couch buried in the bedding.
"He is on tour with the band" I sighed, sitting in the chair, while the blonde sat on the couch, never taking her eyes off me.
"Another musician?" she looked disappointed, but quickly hid it changing her face "Mama made this mistake, but I didn't think that you would follow her tracks."
"The fact that you never liked my father does not mean that all musicians are the same, Daisy" I retorted, feeling very bad with the direction in which this conversation seemed to be heading.
Me and Daisy had different fathers and she somehow was never able to like my father, I did not know whether it was through grief or something else.
"You're right, I'm just biased, but it's unfounded" she said after a moment's thought "Then tell me something about him, what's he like?"
"His name is Clinton, he's one year older than me, and he's from Australia," I said to her with a smile. "We met then... the same day I brought you Freddie."
"No shit..."she opened her mouth wide, smiling right after.
I summarized her all our story from the beginning up to now, with the smallest details. I didn't have many secrets before her. We've always talked a lot.
"Wow," she concluded. "He really must be amazing. When does he return from the tour?"
"In a week," I said, mentally counting the dates.
"I will stay until this time, if there is no problem?"
"No," I shook my head. "We haven't seen each other for a long time."
"I must finally meet my sister's man" my sister stammered, making me laugh.
"I'm sure he will be delighted too." I threw my hair back, smiling crookedly. Clinton don't really like people.
