Davina “Come sit with us, Stasha,” my mother said and broke the hug after what had seemed like an eternity. I followed her and occupied one of the empty chairs.Stasha. That is a name I am not sure I am used to being called any longer. How many years has it been since I last heard that name? Around two decades ago. My father cleared his throat to get my attention. “First of all, let me start with, I am so sorry for not believing you when Alex brought you to me,” he said with an apologetic tone. “There is no reason for you to apologize; you already have a valid enough reason for that. It isn't a bad thing to be that cautious,” I replied to him. “It isn't valid enough; let him apologize,” my mother replied to me, slight anger underlying in her tone. Of course, the anger wasn't directed to me, but to who her gaze was locked on, which was her husband, my dad. “I am not pissed, so there is no reason to apologize… Mum,” The hesitancy before addressing her as my mum was obvious. E
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