Two Voices

“Being adopted should have been the best feeling of my life. But it felt nothing like it.”

Separated from their mothers only seconds after they first met. Mabel and Bridget became best friends over their passion to find their lost parents. They bonded over the discovery of their inhuman abilities and formed a somewhat inseparable relationship. When they discover the origin of their tragic past, they are willing to do anything to get their lives back.

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10. Growing Up

Ten

 

“Do you think Mabel could start eating real food now?” Kim asked.

We were eating lunch. Kim had a plate of chicken casserole while her parents were enjoying shepherd’s pie with salad leaves.

“She’s only just over two month’s old sweetie.” My new mum said, “I doubt she’ll be able to eat solids just yet.”

“Couldn’t we start giving her things like creamed vegetables or special baby foods instead of boring old milk all the time?”

My new mum turned to my new dad. He shrugged and then nodded.

“I’ll get Diana to buy some baby foods next time she goes to the shops.” My new mum reluctantly said.

Kim clapped her hands in happiness and smiled. She knew I was bored of the formula milk with hidden teaspoons of sugar from time to time but wasn’t ready for hard solid foods as my teeth hadn’t even started to grow yet.

“Thank you!” I mouthed at her.

She gave me the slyest of a wink and eagerly forked a mound of chicken.

I was starting to get used to my new family. My new mum who was actually called Anne; My new dad who was called Stewart; my first sister Kimberly and a female butler called Diana. A family of rich people. It sounded nice then. But despite the constant attention and sly sweet treats. The emptiness in my chest just wouldn’t go away. I felt like there were so many people in my life who were missing. People who would be more important that designer shoes and the best of brands. People like Bridget. And more importantly, people like my real mum.

Every day I wondered if I would ever find her again. If this was the family I was going to stay with for the rest of my life. I would wonder what I would be like if my first family had nothing. If they lost all their money and had to live in a council flat where there was mould on the walls and they had to work all hours to get dinner on the table every day. I could never see a living out of that. It would be too unbearable!

After lunch, Kimberly carried me up to our bedroom and put me in my carrier in the corner of the room. She went over to her bed and took some stapled pieces of paper out of a lilac bag. She grabbed a pen off of her bedside table and started writing on it.

“This is homework,” she explained, “I have to do it for school otherwise I’ll be in deep trouble.”

I watched her fill out each question on her paper. She sighed every time she flicked over a page revealing more work. I waited for her to finish. Thinking that once the paper was done she’d stop doing homework and play agents with me but once she had finished the paper she dug into her lilac school bag and pulled out more. And more. And more. It felt like it was never going to end!

“Are you done yet?” I whined.

“Be patient with me,” she calmly replied, “Homework isn’t ever going to be fast to complete you know!”

I sighed and fiddled with my giraffe teddy. If that was what the weekends were going to be filled with. I wasn’t going to look forward to starting school.

Kimberly eventually finished her work and happily spun me around.

“If you think that was bad,” she said, “Wait until you start school!”

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