Melanie's POV
I woke up the next morning. Yawning, I stood up, walked into my bathroom and had my morning hygiene. I changed in to my dressing robe and walked out of my room. I remembered what happened last night and I felt sad for shouting at her. I then remembered that people who were rejected are always depressed and it may result to suicide but she's a young girl and she wouldn't think of such. I thought.
'And what if she did?' my subconscious questioned and I gasped. I ran to the guest room that she was sleeping in. She wasn't there. I checked all rooms one after the other. She wasn't there and my heart started beating faster.
I was scared my words might have caused something bad to her. She actually did nothing wrong. Taking a more closer look at the situation, it was Mom that almost ran her car on her. If we had not come across her, she would never had been here. But what was she doing on the street alone? It is partly her fault but that's not what I have to worry about now. I have to look for her.
I ran downstairs to look for her. I checked all the rooms and even the kitchen and living room but she was nowhere to be found. I exited the house and looked round. I would have been yelling her name but I don't know it. I looked round again and remembered I haven't checked mom's room and the garden. As I was about to head to the garden, mom came out. I rushed to her and asked her about the girl.
"Mom have you seen the strange girl around?" I asked and she shook her head negatively. The garden is my next option. I headed to the garden and there she was, smiling happily. She seems not to have any worry and while she was smiling, I was angry and relieved. Relieved that I found her and angry enough to make me want to hit her head. I walked up to her with relief washing down my worry.
"What are you doing here?" I asked "Hey, good morning to you too." She said looking away. She might be angry. "That does not answer my question." "Do you ever ask any other question apart from 'what are you doing here'? She asked mimicking my voice.
I grew more angry and I would have done something to her if not for Mom's intervention. 'Lets go, dear.' she said to the girl who placed a rose flower in mom's hair. She smiled back at Mom and walked over to the her. They head back into the house and I sighed. Thank God she would be taken to the orphanage home today.
Few minutes later, we were having breakfast and after breakfast we were on our way to the orphanage homes. Mom suggested we go to the famous Heavenly Kids Home and I agreed. When we got to HKH, we went to meet the nuns to come to a conclusion about the girl.
"But ma'am, why do you want to leave this young girl in an orphanage home? She is your daughter." The nun, I later discovered was Sister Martha, asked. "Actually Sister, she's not my daughter." Mom replied and she explained everything to her but the nun does not seem convinced. I have a bad feeling about this.
"Can you get a DNA report? We need to be sure you're not rejecting this girl." "DNA? Do we really need one? She's not my daughter. I only have a daughter and she's Melanie." She looked at me and I gave her a reassuring smile.
I could notice mom was getting frustrated. "If I need to reject and abandon her, do you think we would be here?" Mom asked but the nun was hell bent on not taking the girl in.
"Okay, DNA would be done and if it turns out she's not mine, we'd be here again." Mom uttered and left with the girl and me. "We're going to meet Doctor James. We need to clear this once and for all." She said frustratingly. "It's okay mom. I understand your plight. No one would believe she's not our family member not to talk of being your daughter" she nodded and I smiled at her.
She pulled up at the hospital garage and got down from the car. I did the same and also helped the girl out. We entered the hospital, headed towards the doctor's office after the necessary questions we answered at the receptionist desk."Come in" the baritone voice of the doctor was heard after Mom knocked. We entered and the doctor smiled on seeing us.
"Wow, it's been a while, Mrs Spears." He shook my mom's hand and I bowed a little while greeting him. "My baby girl, you've grown old." He smiled at me. "How's your family,sir?" I asked taking a seat beside mom. "They are fine." He answered. He's our family doctor and also a close friend to Dad. His children are also my childhood friends. And he loves me like his daughter.
"And who's this?" He asked looking at the girl. "Actually James, that is what we are here for. People mistake her to be my daughter and she's not. You of all people know I have only one daughter with Mike and that's Melanie." She explained the issue to doctor James and he nodded understandingly.
"I understand what you just said but I must admit she looks exactly like you. Even Melanie does not stand close to the level at which she looks like you. What's her name?" He asked. It's weird...we spent a day and night with her but never asked her her name. I remembered her words when she was with me in my room.
"You're not saying anything to me. At least try to know me, my name or anything at all" I sighed. The doctor turned to face the girl. "Young girl, what's your name and how old are you?" He asked sweetly. "My name is Daisy and I'm five years old." She answered. "You know it's weird and kinda stupid I don't even know her name and she stayed the night with us " mom smiled awkwardly.
"It's nothing, Megan. I know the level of your kindness. You assist people even without knowing them." He smiled at Mom. "So I want a DNA test now. I need to prove to the orphanage home that I am not her mother." "Why don't you wanna take her in? I know you can do that." Doc. James asked. "I don't know her background. I hope you understand what I mean." She said and he nodded. "Okay, let's get started.".
Few minutes later, the test was out. A nurse handed it over to the doctor. He opened it and his mouth went wide open with surprise. He regained his composure and looked up at Mom. I wondered what the result was. "Dad, what does it says?"
Well I actually call him Dad whenever I feel like. He ignored me and drifted his gaze to Mom. "Megan, are you sure you're not related to her?" He asked doubtfully. Mom nodded and he stared at her intently. "Oh please, don't give me that look, James. You know she's not my daughter." "But the result here says otherwise, Megan." My head snapped up immediately. I hope it's not what I'm thinking. Just when I'm still in thought, the doctor dropped the bombshell.
"She's your daughter. 100% related to you."
TBC...
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