Chapter 11

Three years later.....

Shera Perry stepped down from the private jet with her three kids trailing behind her. She never thought she would come back to this country, the country that brought her pain, humiliation and dispair.

"Moooomm, Gabe is pulling at my hair," Paris shrieked and tugged at her mother's hand.

"It's a lie, I didn't do anything," Gabe scrunched his nose frowning at her. Shera crouched down to their level and carried Paris in her arms, Paris squealed clapping her hands over her head in joy.

"Momma up up," Gabe raised his hands to, demanding to be carried, she bent down and picked him up too.

"What about you Dion?" She said smiling at her eldest son. Dion glanced at his siblings bouncing joyously her arms and shook his head.

Dion was the eldest of the triplets by five minutes, followed by Paris who was older to Gabriel by three minutes.

Dion and Paris took his blonde hair and green eyes while Gabriel took her dark brown hair and his green eyes.

Dion and Gabriel both ha