- 3.
I walked straight over to the house next door.
I swiped my fingerprint to open the door and
just walked in.
This house belonged to my “aunt” and
“uncle,” really my biological parents.
Yep, I was adopted by my current folks.
So, when Brittany started giving me the stink
eye, I understood it, but I wasn’t about to feel
like I owed her anything.
The truth was, my aunt lost her daughter, and
after being close to death, she begged my
mom to let her adopt me.
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My real mom didn’t want to at first. She’d had
three sons before finally getting me, a
daughter.
But my aunt and uncle bought the house right next to my adopted parents, and they were so
out of it from searching for their daughter,
they looked like they were fading away. My
real mom caved in.
My name is Kayla and my middle name is my
real dad’s last name.
That was the only thing my real mom asked
for in return for letting my aunt adopt me. So, everyone who didn’t know the truth
thought my aunt and uncle were super in love
and let their only daughter take her mother’s
last name.
Even Brittany thought I was living her
awesome life, soaking up her pampering and
love.
But I deserved to be loved like that anyway.
To be honest, if I’d been raised by my real
folks, I’d be a million times happier.
I had these cool, loving parents, a CEO
brother who was ruthless when he needed to
be, a doctor brother who was as smooth as
silk, and a brother, who was the director of
movies, who had no limits on what he would
- do.
I had a major support system.
I thought back to the resentment and
bitterness I saw in Brittany’s eyes. I clicked
my tongue.
The next few weeks were gonna be
interesting.
The new cousin was a white flower.
