8. The Little Girl Who Called My Sister Mother
Before I could ask Daniel what was happening, a little girl came running from another room.
She looked about four years old.
She ran directly toward Grace, wrapped her arms around her legs, and shouted:
“Mother!”
I froze.
I looked at the child.
Then I looked at Grace.
Finally, I turned toward Daniel.
“Whose child is that little girl?”
Nobody answered.
Grace quickly stood up and tried to take the child into her arms.
Daniel looked toward the floor.
My mind was racing.
Was this child my sister’s daughter?
Had Daniel and Grace been together?
Had they started another family while I was working abroad?
I wanted to believe there was a reasonable explanation.
But the silence in the room was more painful than any answer.
I placed my suitcase on the floor.
“Daniel, look at me. I want the truth.”
He opened his mouth, but Grace interrupted.
“Amara, please. This is not the right time.”
I turned toward her.
“Not the right time? I have been away for fifteen years. I have spent every month sending money to this house. I deserve an explanation.”
The little girl began crying.
And that was when I noticed another detail.
There were family photographs on the wall.
Daniel was standing beside Grace in several of them.
They looked like a married couple.
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