Raise your Daughter

I stood in the rain under an umbrella wearing my sister’s favorite red dress. When we were younger we had promised each other one thing. If she died first I would wear her red dress. If I died first she would wear my favorite green dress. Today my sister is lying in a coffin wearing my green dress. I didn’t expect her to die so soon. My red hair hangs down my shoulders in dreads, my black boots are muddy but I don’t care. My sister was dead; a part of me lay buried with her today.


3. Leaving New York

Two weeks later, I received a phone call from the city of Storybrooke records office. I picked up the receiver and listened to the lady on the other end of the phone. I almost dropped the phone because what she said was so unlikely. Regina’s will had been found and it stated that she wanted me to care for her daughter. I tried to cut in to talk to the lady but she didn’t listen.

“I can’t care for her. She’s two months old. I can’t care for a baby. She needs her mother.”

“According to Regina’s will you are her new mother and you’re her legal guardian by the state of Maine.”

“I live in New York so I don’t have to care for her.”

“You are also her legal guardian by order of the United States and the Enchanted Forest fairy council. Ms. Mills you had two countries against you. Would you like to argue further?”
“No, I’ll pick her up in a week.”

            I hung the phone up and walked through my penthouse. I examined every surface and picked up everything a young baby could fit in its mouth. I began cleaning out my spare room; the room had been Robin’s when she was younger. I began to clean it up and wash the dust of the still bright pink walls. I took off the sheets and took out all the animals and pillows to be cleaned. Before I was done for the night, everything was set up. Diapers remained in the diaper bin. I still had a stock of wipes and powders. Maybe I should get smaller diapers because Robin was two years old when she died. I brought down boxes of cute and old clothes and packed up the ones that were too big.

            I was finished cleaning bottles and sanitizing pacifiers. All the teething rings were in drawers and everything I needed to raise my niece had been bought and thought of. I was ready to raise her as my own. I had called the office and they told me to take some time off and I would get full pay on my leave. I didn’t know what I would do with Arianna after I needed to go back to work but I would cross that bridge when we came to it. I vowed to never return to Storybrooke and yet I was to get my niece. I would never bring her back either.

            I received a phone call from Emma around noon the day before I was to pick up Arianna and the news was shocking. Emma was calling from the hospital and apparently Arianna didn’t do so well across the town line. That little girl was born by magic and in a land without magic she could return to dust.

“Arianna has to stay in Storybrooke?”

“Yes Zelena. Gold, Belle, and even I think its best you move back here and raise her in Maine.”

“My job, my penthouse, my social life are in New York.”

“Your family, your daughter, your home are in Maine.”

“Okay I guess I’ll pack up the house and move back.”

            I put the phone up and decided not to call my boss because I would make it appear as if I was dead. I’m sure Regina’s house had all been set up and still was because only blood relatives are allowed to touch her items. If Snow tried to clean and pack away Regina’s house then all items would return back to their original places. I packed a few bags with a few precious items and decided to lay a mannequin down on the floor and enchant it to look like me. I needed this to be not a crime but an illusion of a death. I cleaned out the fridge and cut the phone cords. When I was finished I placed a spell over my image and left New York in my green Volkswagen. 

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