Fearless: story of her life

Part 1

Andre's POV

She was just 10 months old when I first met her. She was the cutest little baby I ever laid my eyes on. Those chubby cheeks of her were so soft, her eyes jet black, her slightly furrowed eyes and pouting lips made her look so adorable.

Back then during a tragic accident her mother passed. After investigation police found out that she was a single mother. After a few days court gave her custody to my family. I can't forget the day she showered us with her presence, just by looking at her I felt like our home our family was complete. She was an angel for us.

The day she came to our house up to today she has always made us happy. But noone has ever seen her smiling or crying since that day just a pouty face with her little furrowed eyebrows.

Emma and Jason were happy when she first came here. They were both very excited to have someone so small and cute to play with. I remember Emma asking me "can she stay in my room? She is more fluffy than my teddy." To which Jason shaked his head and said "she is not a teddybear Em, she is our sister" he tilted his body such that it was facing me "dad can i stay with her?" He asked to which Em gasped pointing her index finger towards Jason "You can't, I asked first!"she said thumping her right leg on the floor showing her anger. Of course they continued their banter until Alisha came and made them understand that it is better if she stayed with us elders.

Bella, we named her Isabella as ofcourse we didn't knew her name. She was a quite but attentive girl. She always paid attention to everyone, movement of everyone around her, mostly she paid attention to everyone's face and their lips at first, after a month she started paying attention to our body movements. She was a fast learner. And i mean very very fast learner. About after a month staying in our home she took her first step. And the very next day she was walking on her toes like that was nothing. She learned all the daily routines, like brushing, bathing, combing her hair, dressing, one day I found her standing in front of the full view mirror in our walk in closet holding one of my nechtie across her neck trying to figure out the thing, her facial expression was fascinating, her more than usual furrowed eyebrows and tight pressed lips. I was shocked to say the least.

Slowly i walked towards her which she still noticed turning back for a few seconds, with the same expression on her face to look at me, and turning again to continue with her job. I held my hand out to take another nechtie from the open drawer in the closet and closing it again. When i looked in the mirror i saw her looking at me through the mirror. Slowly i held both the wide and narrow end of it, and crossed the wide end over the narrow, then I looked at her to see she was following my steps, so I continued and crossed the wide end under the narrow end in the loop between the tie and collar of my shirt,  then wrapped the wide end behind the narrow one from right to left, further wrapping wide over narrow end from right to left crossing through the loop between the tie and my shirt, bringing the wide end in front over the narrow end Wrapping the wide end around the narrow part one more time and slipping up through the loop between the collar and tie again. Loosely stabilising the knot, I slipped the wide end through it pulling the tie all the way through, centring the dimple I tighten it.

When i looked down at her to see her holding a perfect tie, i was a little surprised but proud to see that she actually made it in her first go. But when i looked at her face to see she looked a little angry. What she did next shocked me a more she just opened the necktie and started to tie it again. When she made it her eyebrows relaxed far to little. She turned around loosed the tie and took it out of her neck and held it in her little hand in front of me. Confused i looked at her face to see her looking at me, then i looked at her hand which see moved upwards asking me to take it so i did. Then she just left the closet and went towards the kitchen. I looked back at the necktie in my hands and felt so proud to see that my almost 1 year old daughter made her first tie and gave it to me. I wore the same tie to my office for 3 days.