“I'm Olivia. We talked on the phone,” the girl said cheerily.
Olivia...Olivia...Olive? No. What was it? Liv? Yes. Liv. 1996. Birth date. Sister.
I smiled and held out a hand. “I'm Damian. Dad had failed to mention you before.”
Birthday. 4th I think. Mum had made a cake. Chocolate. Vanilla icing. Liv feel face first into it and started to cry.
Olivia laughed. “I'm not surprised. Your Dad knows my Mum really well. They used to...work together.”
Mum got a new job. Manager. Worked late and couldn't cook dinner. Dad made gumbo.
“So, Olivia will be staying with us for a while because her mum has gone off on a business trip,” Dad explained. He turned to Olivia. “Would you like anything to drink?”
“Water thanks Da-I mean Damian's Dad.” Olivia laughed shakily. It was definitely different to her previous one. Why was she nervous too?
First day of school. Liv ditched me for some friends. I was all alone. My teacher didn't like me. I never learnt anything. I never remembered anything.
“So, I saw you at the airport the other day didn't I?”
I jumped and stared at Olivia. “I-I don't remember that. I'm sorry but I have a horrible memory.”
“That's okay. I used to know someone with that condition too,” Olivia said.
How did she know it was a condition? Had Dad told her? It didn't seem like him.
For some reason I couldn't remember it was Mother's day. Hadn't bought present. Mum looked sad. She yelled at Dad. Dad hugged me but not Liv. Liv held back tears.
“Damian are you okay?” Olivia had received her glass of water and Dad had joined me on the couch.
“Yeah. I-I'm fine,” I lied.
Seemed like Day 1 again. Mum told me everything I needed to know. Went to school. Visited friend's house. Went to bed. Parents were arguing again.
“You're my sister,” I said softly.
“I'm your what?” Olivia's eyes grew so big I was worried they were going to fly out of their sockets and bounce around the room.
“You're my sister. I remember. We never really talked before. I kept on thinking. She doesn't really like me. She won't talk to me. I must've said something wrong.”
Dad's face had grown red. He looked really angry. “Damian, stop embarrassing our guest. She isn't your sister.”
“Shut up, Dad,” Olivia snapped.
“I thought it was my fault...and when I saw you at the-the airport I thought: it can't be. She probably doesn't want to see me.”
Olivia's smile had grown to the extent of ripping apart. “Dad! He remembers!”