All for Giselle

chapter 1

"Giselle!!!"

I call out to my daughter while whisking some eggs for breakfast. Well she isn't my biological child. Even so I guess we have kind of like have the same DNA, seeing that she is my twin's child. I think back to when I held her in my arms for the first time. It was a mixture of happiness and at the same time sadness. I didn't know which emotion to embrace. A bundle of joy was placed in my arms and at the same time I was told that the only family I had left was gone. DEAD. Adrianna is not the typical kind of sister but I loved her in every way and I knew she did too. She was free and not afraid to take risk. She was adventurous. She always said she was not like me. She didn't crave stability like I did. She wanted to see the world in all its glory and she did see most of the world. I saw her at most three to four times a year. I didn't like it but I was happy she was at least living her dream.

"Mom, I can't find my backpack".

I was brought out of my reverie by a confused Giselle. I run my hands through her hair.

" It's on the couch in the living room"

"Ok, mom"

Yes she calls me mom because I am the only mom she knows. Not really the only one she knows per se. I try my best to make her understand that she has another mom. I don't think she really understands it now. There are pictures of Adrianna in almost every corner of the house. There was this day she noticed a picture of I and Adrianna and she asks 'mom, why does she look so much like you'. I tell her its me in the picture but she declined and starts to point out the differences. Funny how she could spot them because nobody ever could. The children in our foster homes couldn't tell us apart.

"I found it" Giselle say happily.

She places it on her study table and deposits her books into them.

"Come have your breakfast. Mommy put some extra sausage for the most beautiful girl in the whole world"

"Sausages" she repeats excitedly as she takes her place on the dining table. Sausages are her utmost favorite. I place her plate in front of her and pour some orange juice in her glass. She gives me the heartiest smile in thanks and digs into her plate. Her smile is really all I need to get my day on the right track.

She has the loveliest of smiles, accompanied with the most beautiful aqua blue eyes which I figured she got from her father.

Her Father.
Adrianna never told me who Giselle's father was. I guess she never expected to die. She thought there was enough time to talk about that later. It has been five years since Adrianna passed away and nobody has called to ask of mother or child. I sincerely hoped no one springs up on me, because I swore I would protect Giselle no matter the cost. And I will.

"Come on, baby. We have to get you to school". I say as I pick up my bag and keys and usher a satisfied Giselle, her backpack and lunch box to the door.

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