Merry Christmas guys!
I was listening to this song while writing this one.

This chapter is freshly made(hehe). And if you are enjoying so far, comment. It makes me happy to know that people are still reading it. It's not necessary to vote, I mean if you love then do it, hehe but if you guys leave some comments, I would love it. I would know when and how to improvise.
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"You were not supposed to say that!"

"But...i..." A child tried to speak.

"No buts in my house young lady! When that uncle asked you about your studies, you are supposed to say that you are loving what you are receiving and want to be a great person." A mother was 'saying' to the child.
And pay us what we have given you. She added in her mind.

"But I don't .."

"Are you not" the mother stopped for a while before starting to speak again, "..are you not content with what you have right now." She calmly said that to the small child.

"Of course I am. I love you three for that. I also am thankful for-" the child had just started to speak when she was intrupted.

"Then-" The woman had again started to speak.

"Leave the child alone. She is a child. No one will remember what she said." A man came in between.

"She....was trying to destroy our reputation-"

"What's reputation?" A boy asked in the middle of their 'talk'.

"Don't get in between us. Go inside your room." The mother said.

"No. Tell me what's reputation?" The boy insisted on knowing.

A small hiccups and crying could be heard in the air. The small boy went towards the sound and said, "Don't cry little sister. I am here." It was soothing for the child. He hugged her and then was going to carry her to the room.

"Where do you think you are going? I am not don-" The woman asked making a barrier in the door.

"To my room. Leave mother." The boy said.

"I am not done with the girl. Leave her here and you go upstairs." She said

"No." He simply said that and left the room as the woman had walked away from the door, probably to make a scene again, by crossing her hands. The boy thought that was a stupid move.

The man was quite all the way.

"Look at what's happening. It's all your fault." The woman started to speak to the man.

"How." The man asked.

"If it weren't for you, our child would have never wanted a sister. Another child. Another child that has another blood with God knows how dirty- Ouch." The woman was slapped by the man.

"Don't you dare say anything about the poor child. It was after all your choice on choosing the child." He said. "And, no matter the blood, she is our daughter and even if she says something she shouldn't have, she will learn. It's after all our responsibility as a parent to teach them." The man continued.

"Ha! Parent. That girl will never be my daughter. If only i-"

The woman continued to ramble around. The man continued to listen. But, what they didn't knew, was that a small boy was listening to all of it along with her sister. It wasn't that they were in the same room. It simply was the fact that their voices were loud enough to be heard in the room upstairs. The small girl started to feel bad. She started to think about whatever has been happening was her fault. After all she is adopted. Her real parents didn't want her, why would the kind people want them? It's after all her fault they fight all time because of what she says and the reason why her big sweet brother had to talk back to his parents. It's all her fault. The kind people are beginning to be mad about each other because of her. It's her fault. She should not have been excited to talk to the kind old uncle who asked about her life and education. She shouldn't have just said that she was not interested and was too lazy to study. It's her fault the kind people needed to be embarrassed because of it. It's all her fault.

It's not that she was to lazy to study, it's just then when she is feeling lazy, she doesn't want to study. Why couldn't they understand? The boy thought to himself. Thus sweet little girl who I had the honour of being a big brother if had to listen to heir constant mad talk. He shakes his head. She shouldn't be going all through what u have been going through.

The little child, the girl, sees her big sweet brother shaking his head. Is he going to be mad at me too? And the child started to cry.

The brother was shocked at seeing her cry but he hold her tight, saying every sweet words he could remember in the English class. The teacher did say it would be useful.

Why hasn't she stopped crying? Should I need to be better at learning those words? He looked at his, now quite, little sister and thought that he will always be strong for her. Just because she was taken from that horrible house doesn't mean that she is horrible too. She is a child. Of course she will say what she wants.

He placed her quietly. Reputation. I wonder what that means. And by thinking that, he too slept hugging her sister making sure not to wake her up. I love her and I am her big brother. I will always take care of her. She is strong, she will be stronger.

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"Coaca?"

A small voice intrupted her dream.

"Yea...h.." she mumbled.

"Wake up."

"Just a minute."

"Nope."

"Just close the binds."

"What?"

"Curtain. Opened. Sun. Disturb. Close. Curtain." She tried to speak a while sentence but it was hard.

"Oh." He went to open the curtain even more wide.

He grinned and asked, "Is this enough?"

She groaned.

"Fine fine. There is chocolate chips and milk downstairs-"

"Did someone say chocolate?" Coaca woke up faster than a lightening and went to brush and ran towards the kitchen.

She searched for the plate and milk but didn't find it anywhere.

"Brooootherrrrrr." She cried.

Koaka went downstairs and hugged her sister.

"Merry Christmas chocolate."

Coaka stayed silent. It's Christmas already? Yeahhhh presents.

She grinned and said,"..MERRY CHRISTMAS KOALAA!!"

Her brother just shaked his head and said," I have your presents, cool down."

His sister just grinned at the thought but then frowned when she looked upstairs.

"What is it?" Koaka asked.

"What about....them..." She asked in his ears.

"Don't worry about them, they are not here. They are out in Paris for...work." He replied.

"Ooooh. Okay. Tell them I said Happy.....I mean Merry Christmas to them when you call them okay?" She said.

"Okay sis. Now, for the presents!" He changed the topic.

"You know I am thirteen now, I want makeup." His sister cutely tried to bargain.

He just smiled, " let's check the gifts first. Okay?"

She just grinned and said "okayyy"

They started to open the gifts. She got a lot of stuffed soft toys and a necklace made of gold and ruby. She got so happy that she kept on saying you are the best brother non-stop.

"Wait.." her cute voice started to speak." I haven't gone you a gift..."

"It's the Santa who gave you the gifts. You are a good girl after all." He said.

"No. No. No. If he didn't have you a gift then I won't take this too." Forgetting that it was her brother who actually had bought the gifts.

"Haha. Coaka! I am fourteen now. I don't need gifts." He said trying to assure his little sister.

"Are you sure?" She asked again.

"Yes. Now, it's time for..."

"Caaake!"

"Yes!"

"Let's go brother. I will change."

"Do you need help?"

She blushed and said, "I am already thirteen brother. I am capable of changing myself."

"That's great!" Go and let me see how!" He said. Just don't change yourself in the future little sister. Koaka thought to himself.

"Okay. I will prove you...I mean prove myself...." She was determined to get dressed. She is thirteen now. She was seven when she had been adopted. Adopted. She halted. What's that? She had heard the word when the kind people were talking yesterday. I should ask my brother later. Now, the only goal she has, is of getting pretty. Probably then the kind woman would love and talk to her?

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How are you all???

What do you think about this one??

Merry Christmas again.

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Because there is another coming. Hehe.

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