The Story of the Seven

CHAPTER 22 - All Those Years Ago...

-Mafuyu POV, age 4-

I awoke in the back of a van, my head groggy. What had happened, I wondered, looking around. Where was I? Who were the people driving?

Then it hit me, and I smiled.

Oh, right, I left the wretched orphanage and got adopted by these 2 guys. Which dude was my papa again? And when was I going to meet my new mother? Maybe once we arrive at our destination?

The car soon pulled over at a rusty, ancient concrete building. It looked sorta like an abandoned factory.

"Papa, is this my new home?"

"Yes, honey, it is. See that woman over there? That's your new mommy as well. And the guy next to me? He's your uncle."

"Will you take care of me?"

"Of course, honey, we're so privileged to be your parents."

"Hehehe"

"Now come inside, we have a meal waiting for you."

"Really?"

"Yup. Welcome home, honey."

Contrary to the outer appearance, the inside of the concrete building was flush with wealth and adorned with luxurious embellishments. Plush red carpets, marble statues, a chandelier – this house had it all.

"Wow! So different from my previous home!"

"Are you glad we adopted you?"

"Yup "

I sat down at the marble dining table, where a steaming broth and some hunky lumps of meat awaited my arrival. I gobbled it up in an instant, as that was the first meal I had in days.

"This is great! Did mommy make it?"

I asked, not realizing that papa and uncle had already left the room. However....

"Yup, mommy made it."

The woman I saw earlier in front of the house had taken her place, and was taking a seat right across from me.

"This is really delicious, mommy."

"I'm glad you like my cooking."

"By the way, what's your name, mommy?"

"My name's Lyn, honey. But call me mommy, alright?"

"What's the name of papa and uncle?"

"Papa's real name is Adam, and your uncle's name is Jerry. But call them "papa" and "uncle," okay?"

"Okay!"

"Now, mommy has to do some paperwork, you know, to finish the legal adopting procedures. So be a good girl, okay? Your butler and maid will take care of you."

"Okay!"

"Oh, and Olzo?"

"Yes, madam?" (The butler)

"Call in the maid, too, alright? You know, after serving the mistress, of course."

"Yes, madam."

As mommy left the room, the house butler proceeded to bring my various delicacies which I lapped up until I could eat no more. This house sure was rich – I was able to eat things I had never even seen before: like caviar, or truffles, or roasted duck and lamb.

"I'm full!"

I announced to the room, after I had somehow managed to stuff in desert.

"Would you like to take a bath, mistress?"