(Anj’s POV)Mom?She couldn’t be my mother. There was supposed to be a connection, but there was none. I looked at her and saw the possible resemblance we have. Except for our round eyes and heart-shaped face, I could not see our similarities.“M-Mom?” I stuttered, afraid that she might not be the one I was looking for but frightened that I was feeling empty at the woman in front of me, but when she pulled me to her, embraced me, and sobbed like I was her lost sheep, my tears fell.I had to turn my head to Sky, hoping he would rescue me, but like the others, he also looked surprised.“Mom,” I called, not the woman hugging me but Sister Grace.Eden moved away from her, smiled, and wiped her tears as she gazed at me. “I’m sorry,” she said, smiling apologetically at Jocelyn. “She looked just like my sister.”Sister?I breathed in relief. I didn’t know why when all my life I wanted to meet my real parents and see them, but when she hugged me, it was like millions of questions popped comin
(Sky’s POV)Seeing Jocelyn, my mom, again after many years was surprising, but not Eden when I just saw her this week. When she cried and hugged Angela, I thought lightning struck me I couldn’t move.Sister Grace was right, I made a path for Angela to find her birth parents, but I was not expecting this. Instead of walking in a different direction to avoid Lalaine, I only put her right into its door, an exact place where Lalaine was.Fear crept through me when I saw her running away. I knew she was only going to the bedroom, but with the pain, anger, worry, and shock, all mixed in together, Angela was like someone who would not stop until she was far away from me.“Sky, the reason why I wasn’t choosing Dylan is because of Anya. My cousin loves him, but he is blind not to notice her. And I am telling you the same thing. I am not choosing you because of Lalaine.” She explained but lacked the details that she was usually good at.I nodded, only to show her I understood, but I didn’t beca
(Sky’s POV)“Sky,” Elenita called, and when I didn’t move from the window, she walked toward me and peeked at what I was looking at. “Mrs. Johnsons already left, but your mom’s staying for the night. She’s in the guest room.”I was not interested in where my mother would stay or whether Eden had left already. My sole concern now was the woman sitting near the fountain. She was hugging her knees and looking blankly at the water.“What are you doing to that poor child, Sky?” Elenita asked. She smirked when I didn’t answer and continued, “I remembered the first time she was with us, and I told myself that child is crazy. When I brought her clothes to the hospital and asked her what she needed, she said a red pen.” She scoffed and shook her head. “Just a red pen.”“She’s stupid to ask for a red pen. She could have asked for something else,” I growled.Elenita glanced at me. “She did. She wanted to go home, and then she changed her mind… after that, she wanted to leave again.” She laughed.
(Anj’s POV)It was just past six in the morning, but the sky had already promised good but hot weather. If Finn did not come to find me last night, I wondered what Sky would do with our wailing children. My triplets were not only sensitive to their feelings or emotions, but when having nightmares, I would sometimes hear them talk they had the same bad dreams. The scent of the coffee filling my nostrils woke me up from daydreaming. When I raised my head, I smiled, seeing Dylan’s handsome face, holding a tray with three cups of coffee, and following behind her was Anya. She grinned at me, which I knew she had practiced many times before facing me.“I wonder why wealthy people have so many servants when they can do it by themselves,” Anya whispered as she sat, inhaling not the smell of coffee but the fresh air from the garden.After what happened last night, Dylan seemed to have forgotten his ‘Anya Mission’ because my beautiful cousin was holding a cup, sipping coffee. Instead of goin
(Anj’s POV)I closed my eyes hard, waiting for my bottom to hit the hard floor, but I didn’t. Dylan must have been standing behind me because he caught me just in time before I landed on the floor. Relief flooded me, forgetting thousands of scenarios that could have happened to me.Dylan, who had always acted as our elder brother, the pacifier, and protector whenever someone didn’t treat Anya and me right and with respect, had also caught the hem of Anya’s sleeve, stopping her from her plans.“Don’t stop me, Dylan!” Anya hissed, brushing his hand off. “I’ll erase the face of this woman. No one messes with my cousin.”“I know! No one messes with my friends!” He said angrily, holding her tighter. “But I don’t want to see you hurt too.”Whether Anya stopped or not, I didn’t know because my mind went blank for a few seconds. I was just standing, and my tears were rolling endlessly on my cheeks. What woke me up were the arms of my girls wrapping around my hips, crying, and calling my name.
(Anj’s POV)With three kids to check and afraid my children would throw a fit during their checkup, the doctor decided to let us all stay in Dr. Greene’s office, where his secretary asked us to stay. Dr. Sands was hoping to have them checked in her office, but after talking with Dr. Greene on the phone, we were now here, sitting on the couch and looking at her as she attended to my kids. “Who would like to go first?” She asked my children.Sitting on Dylan’s lap, Leyanne got down and walked to her.“You’re brave,” She smiled at her. “What’s your name?”She shook her head. “Leyanne Perry. My ear hurts, but not as painful as this early morning. From a scale of one of ten, it’s only three now,” she explained.I pressed my lips when Dr. Sands raised her eyebrows, nodding at her. “How old are you, Leyanne?” she asked as she checked her ear.“We just turned six, but Aunt Anya said we’re twenty,” She answered, grinning at her Aunt Anya.Steve couldn’t help himself from laughing, but instea
(Anj’s POV)When I was little, whenever Anya and I waited for Aunt Rose or Sister Grace to pick us up at school and see our classmates’ mothers meeting them at the main entrance or gate, I always imagined my mother walking on the pavement with a sweet and gentle smile on her lips, waving at me excitedly as she comes closer to us.I imagined my mother to be beautiful. Like other moms, her eyes would sparkle when she saw me, call my name ‘Angela’ like she was singing my name as she waved her delicate hand to get my attention, or maybe show a sweet treat for me for doing a good job in school. I dreamt of her sitting beside me to see what I did for the day and kissing my cheeks.As I grew up, I realized it would never happen, and that was why I always did my best not to fail in that department when picking up my children at school. But I finally understood why mothers smiled whenever they saw their children despite being tired from their long day at work. My girls, smiling and telling me
(Sky’s POV)When Dad asked my kids what my grandchildren wanted, they all jumped for joy, asking him to treat them with ice cream. We had to stop at the ice cream parlor we all went to before when I attempted to take the kids away from Angela.The staff at the counter recognized them right away. She smiled. “I wonder who Leyanne is?”Leyanne giggled, raising her hand and walking to her. “You remember me!” Her eyes widened in surprise.“Well, not every day I get to meet beautiful girls who look exactly the same,” she chuckled, smiling at Angela, then she turned to her again. “So, what do you like for today?”Lyra Helene came closer to her, covering her mouth for us not to hear her. “My Grandpa’s paying for our ice cream.”“Oh!” She exclaimed, smiling at my father. “Then, what do you like to eat today? As long as there are no peanuts in it, right?” She winked at Lyra Helene.My girls giggled, then looked at their grandfather, who looked happier after sharing his secrets and pain with us