Rejected by Them, Loved by Their Father
Both my parents look down at the ground.
“That was a bit harsh,” Caleb remarks, his fur going down. “You were not forgotten.”
“I have walked these streets for months. I have been to clubs, malls, and school. Never once was I called Princess, bowed to, or asked for a picture. How was your walk from the plane to the car Caleb?” I ask.
Caleb looks down too.
“Sweetheart,” Finch whispers in my ear. “Calm down.”
“I promise to forgive you and to never mention is again, but you must do the same for Anderson, Carter and Finley,” I demand. “No one finds out what neglectful hateful parents you were to me, no one outside of this room finds out I was rejected by the triplets.”
Bab Populer