The return of Otis and Sarah daughter.
Hate burned up in me I couldn't help it
All my life I tried telling myself it's none
Of her fault. I try not to think of her Otis side
But her beautiful Sarah side. In my I called her
The Gargoyle . Sick I know to call your niece
Out of everybody that.
The airport is clammy. I'T smells likes
Coffee. Standing by the arrivals lot my daughter
Sits on my handbag playing with a spot on the floor.
Whats keeping her mummy ? She asks. I don't know
I don't know why I'm honestly doing this I reply.
The crowd of people disperse to the sight of their
Acquaintances. Hugging, laughter and affection.
I didn't know what to expect. My stomach knotted.
I repeat to myself this is what sarah wanted.
I prayed she wouldn't resemble her father it
Would soften the sting a bit.
People where getting scarce. There was
Two people besides us waiting.
The most attractive girl came out.
I dismissed her subconsciously.
Otis couldn't produce something so beautiful.
She looked down at her photo in her hand and looked at me.
Slowly she came over. Are you Emily Irish? I nodded.
Taking her in. She towered over me at about 5'11 easily.
Black wavy long hair danced all over. Big brown eyes
Held my gaze , while she nervously smiled in aid to
Get some comforting. I'm Fiona Daly she said
Opening her hand to shake mine. Her sallowy skin
Glittered on the patch of sunlight she was standing on.
I shook quickly.
In nature she should be pale with fair hair. Her
Parents where. She should have flat blue eyes like her dad.
Her hair is just like a dark version of Sarahs.
I look at her bending down at my little girl. My
Little girl giggling at something she just said.
How has 15 years of burning hate turn into fondness.
Why does she remind me of someone?
We where stuck in traffic on the way home.
Fiona looks out the window uncomfortable.
How's life in Ireland ? I ask to break the
Tension. Great my step family are wonderful.
I'm happy to be here its so warm. Ireland is
Suppose to be freezing. You accent is funny my little
Girl giggles. Everybody thinks the Cork accent is funny!
When she smiles she reminds me of someone…..
Finally where home. I see Fionas face look around
In amazement I saw that look before. Oh WOW.
What a fine home you have she says dragging her suitcase.
Thanks so much I used to feel weird having no relatives.
I welcome her embrace. She dimples deepened with her smile.
I knew someone with dimples before. Even her button nose
Reminds me of someone. Her slim body besides her new womanly curves
I feel so comfortable in her presence why ? She's half Otis isn't she ?
All night I scanned everyone I knew. Tossing and turning.
Morning came at last. I woke up to she Fiona doing thai chi
In the hallway. Oh she yelps. Embarrassed. I love to keep fit
Morning is supposed to be the best time. I had a shower. If that's
That's when I see it her hair is in a quick pony tail. She looked
Like the female version of Streak. I gasp. Ok that's fine I try to revert.
Only that my knees are trembling and my heart is out of control.
I manage a smile towards her and enter the kitchen. My coco pops are popping more than
Usual. The dimples, the height and the sallow skin.
When Sarah was telling me to keep out of her bedroom when Streaks there I thought it was because
They where telling ghost stories because I heard a lot of screaming.
I rush to the bathroom. Why Sarah ? You knew I loved him ?
I tidy myself up as soon as I hear my little girls pleading she needs the loo.
Now its to tell you
Today was a blur. I put on a front all day. I brought my little girl to bed leaving me
And Fiona onn fron of the TV by ourselves.
OK I blurt. II think I told you enough about your mother
Now I think I should tell you what I know about your father.
He was a fantastic man. So wise and funny. Looked just like you.
You have the blood of a warrior in you called Streak Mallory.