Family

FIVE MONTHS LATER

MIRANDA

“Stop that Melinda!” I screamed as she continuously banged her spoon on a stainless plate, creating a loud disturbing noise.

“You never like playing!” She screams back, giggling.

“I’m trying to study,” I replied, pulling my hair.

But my crazy twin smiled and banged the spoon on the plate even more loudly.

“Fine,” I say, slamming my book shut and rising from the bed.

“What do you want to do?” I ask.

“Yes!” she screams and leaps up.

It’s been five months since I was taken home by my real family, five months since I discovered Aunt Isabelle’s true colours, Five months since I found people who sincerely love me and wished the best for me. Honestly, my family has become the most important part of my life. I can never stay a day without seeing them. My mum, Leilani, treats me like I'm the most precious thing on earth, and most times I wonder why Melinda never gets jealous. My dad, on the other hand, treats me like I'm the most delicate thing on earth. He