Struggle Of Love - Chapter 40 Happy And Proud

“Dad. . . Are you serious? How did it become that I forced her?” James looked like he was betrayed. I laughed softly.

Mom interrupted, “Teach your son a thing or two, I have something to speak to my daughter.” She then brought me into their room.

“Here, It slipped from a book while I was organizing them,” she told me as she handed the letter to me. She asked a little later, “So did you give my son the kiss he asked?”

I blushed and gave her a small nod.

“You are our daughter but not his sister, dear. Please don’t think of the adoption like a curse,” she said taking my hands. If there is magic and if fantasies really came true in this world, then I knew mine would be a great fairy-tale. After I calmed down my overwhelming feelings, I opened my mouth to speak, “I won’t mom; thank you for everything. But, you know, even if this was not how things would be, I would still feel very blessed to have you.”

“I have an amazing daughter, don’t I? If your family could come to know of this, they would feel so proud for having a girl like you.” She said, perhaps feeling a sorry for the tragedy I faced. “They would be thankful to all of you too.” I smiled. Gone were the days where memories of my family saddened me. But, I missed them dearly, and they had become my drive to not lose the family I had.

She took me into her arms and I had slept beside mom and dad that night.

Months later, we were already in high school. Right from entering Eaven High, James and I were seen always beside the other. Few more months later, when all ice broke between the students, we were asked, “What exactly are you two?” Till then, though most of our friends found out that we come from the same house and also that we were not brother and sister, they just let it be. After all, high school was new to everyone to care.

But when the actual question popped out, we told them that we were loved each other and for personal reasons, I was staying with James. No one knows that I was adopted or that I have no family apart from James’s and it continued that way.

That was the smoothly sailing phase for me. And it continued like that till today. Ever since my blood family died, this is when I cried again. I sat there feeling helpless. I could hear mom and dad calling my name softly.

After a long time, I could control myself, but the calm sobs did not subside that much. All my life, if I had a goal, it was him. All I did was to see him happy and proud. Funny though, he made me all that but I doubt if I ever made him feel that way about me. Without a doubt, he was happy to be with me, he loves me no less than I love him.

He has always been a top student. He was very good at maths and sciences. He is now one of the best surgeons around. If he had taken up maths as his major though, I have no doubt he’d be one the top researchers. I, on the other hand, was not good with them. I was not a dumb kid. I was a clever one too, just not intelligent. I studied management. Then, with just the qualifications needed, considering the best options, I became a manager to a group of ice-cream shops of Berryfield. Because of the company’s brand value you could guess that even a junior manager is indeed very well paid. It is not a hard job; once in a while, I have to bother with some accounts and maths which is well in my scope.

When, I applied for the post, James and I almost had a huge fight. He had high aspirations for me like he had for himself. He wanted me to get into more economical side of the business management and wanted me to study more. He was still studying at that time. The two years prior to that, the both of us were busy with our courses; he was naturally busier than I. But that was not all. He had the choice to pick the best university in the country and that was just what he did. Four years away from home. Four years away from me.