It was Saturday night and Erianna (my little sister) loves to dance. So, music fills up the roof here.
"Adrianna, honey. Can you come here?" my dad said, while I was stuffing my face with food. "Hurry," he added. Want to know the best part of a party? Free food.
"Everything okay?" I asked, feeling a little worried. It's not every day he calls me "honey".
"You don't know her, I suppose?" he muttered, pointing to something. No, it's SOMEONE. Guess who it is? It's someone's mother. Kind of old. Not to be rude, but grumpy, too.
"No. So?" I asked, in a rude tone. Dad gasped. It's not like he doesn't know I hate it when people interrupt me when I'm eating.
"I must say, Denielle. Your daughter is very rude! Just like you," mentioned the woman. She called my dad by his name, which probably meant they know each other for quite some time.
That is when I lost it.
"Excuse me, miss. But surely it is his daughter that's rude and not her father? Would you like it if I said you are grumpy and suddenly said your father is just as grumpy as you?"
"He is just as grumpy as I am. Perhaps, more grumpier. You ask?" she blurted out.
"It isn't same with my dad. He is very polite, unlike me. And mostly unlike you." I said, this time more rudely. She sighed and rolled her eyes at dad.
"You may not know this, but Edrianna is way more respectful than you are, missy. Oh, how perfect she was!" she gushed, fancy-like.
Edrianna?! Isn't she my imaginary twin? Is she real?! Calm down, Adrianna. It's probably some girl with the same name. You know what? There are probably a thousands Edrianna in this world.
"Who is this, dad? Tell me before this gets more confusing, please." I demanded, tugging my father's shirt.
He let out a huge sigh.
"This is your mother. We were divorced," my dad said. NOW this all makes sense.
All this time, I thought my mother was dead. I used to ask my dad "Where's Mommy? Where's Mommy?" but only his tears will answer me. And that is not a clear answer. I concluded that she was dead as every time I ask him he answers it with tears.
But dad was not finish. "You had a twin sister. Her name is Edrianna."
Edrianna. MY imaginary twin sister is real? But does she have blonde hair? Does she have green eyes? Does she have sparkling teeth? Does she have a big heart? Millions and millions questions rushed to my brain.
"This is her." Dad whispered to me. I can not believe it. I just simply can't believe it! And I have a feeling even she couldn't believe it!
It was the EXACT version of Edrianna that I imagined! Blonde hair. Sparkly eyes.
Except she wasn't smiling. She was as shocked as I am.
"YOU?!" we both cried. Our parents (well, you could say that) was both surprised as well. We never really met each other and based on what happened, even I would be shocked.
"Adrianna, honey. Can you come here?" my dad said, while I was stuffing my face with food. "Hurry," he added. Want to know the best part of a party? Free food.
"Everything okay?" I asked, feeling a little worried. It's not every day he calls me "honey".
"You don't know her, I suppose?" he muttered, pointing to something. No, it's SOMEONE. Guess who it is? It's someone's mother. Kind of old. Not to be rude, but grumpy, too.
"No. So?" I asked, in a rude tone. Dad gasped. It's not like he doesn't know I hate it when people interrupt me when I'm eating.
"I must say, Denielle. Your daughter is very rude! Just like you," mentioned the woman. She called my dad by his name, which probably meant they know each other for quite some time.
That is when I lost it.
"Excuse me, miss. But surely it is his daughter that's rude and not her father? Would you like it if I said you are grumpy and suddenly said your father is just as grumpy as you?"
"He is just as grumpy as I am. Perhaps, more grumpier. You ask?" she blurted out.
"It isn't same with my dad. He is very polite, unlike me. And mostly unlike you." I said, this time more rudely. She sighed and rolled her eyes at dad.
"You may not know this, but Edrianna is way more respectful than you are, missy. Oh, how perfect she was!" she gushed, fancy-like.
Edrianna?! Isn't she my imaginary twin? Is she real?! Calm down, Adrianna. It's probably some girl with the same name. You know what? There are probably a thousands Edrianna in this world.
"Who is this, dad? Tell me before this gets more confusing, please." I demanded, tugging my father's shirt.
He let out a huge sigh.
"This is your mother. We were divorced," my dad said. NOW this all makes sense.
All this time, I thought my mother was dead. I used to ask my dad "Where's Mommy? Where's Mommy?" but only his tears will answer me. And that is not a clear answer. I concluded that she was dead as every time I ask him he answers it with tears.
But dad was not finish. "You had a twin sister. Her name is Edrianna."
Edrianna. MY imaginary twin sister is real? But does she have blonde hair? Does she have green eyes? Does she have sparkling teeth? Does she have a big heart? Millions and millions questions rushed to my brain.
"This is her." Dad whispered to me. I can not believe it. I just simply can't believe it! And I have a feeling even she couldn't believe it!
It was the EXACT version of Edrianna that I imagined! Blonde hair. Sparkly eyes.
Except she wasn't smiling. She was as shocked as I am.
"YOU?!" we both cried. Our parents (well, you could say that) was both surprised as well. We never really met each other and based on what happened, even I would be shocked.
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