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also I forgot some parts and you'll see and that's because I was in a rush to end this very long book. I'll add them later when I'm editing so if you ever re-read, you'll that some stuff have been added.

Kasia

"Are you sure about this?" Silver asked as we drove to the airport.

I nodded. "Yes, Analia still needs to have her birthday vacation."

Analia giggled. "Yeah! I can't wait."

Silver hummed. "You need to make sure that you stay in the hotel. If you need to go somewhere, call me. And take that gun I have you everywhere."

She was going to have her birthday party in a hotel resort in Anguilla

I gasped, looking in between them. "You have your eleven-year-old daughter carrying a gun?!"

"Yes, dad trained me, I know how to use it." Analia said it was normal. "Don't worry."

"Silver," I looked at him.

"She's the daughter of a mafia don. Soon, Zaire will need to be trained as well." Silver explained.

I frowned; I didn't like the idea of Analia knowing how to use a gun, let alone Zaire. "I guess, I don't really have a choice."

Silver smiled. "As far as I know, things are peaceful."

I nodded, looking back at Analia. "Don't be showing and playing with it, please–"

"Have some faith, Kasia, she's the next don of the mafia." Silver hummed.

I sighed. "Ok..." I trailed off. This took some getting used to. It's not normal for an eleven-year-old to own a gun to protect themselves or for them to look forward to becoming the don–was that it–of the Italian mafia.

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It was a little harder on the airplane with a baby. Zaire didn't cry; it was just a lot of hand cramps and trying to hide my nipple every time Zaire decided to be nosy and abruptly ripped himself off of me.

There was even this one guy who started glaring at me when he saw the baby in my arms. I get you don't want to hear the crying all ride, but damn, don't make it obvious. That was so annoying. I didn't tell Silver because I didn't want a fight to ensue in the airplane. That would be embarrassing.

We were on the plane for seven hours; during that time, Silver slept, Analia slept, and Zaire slept as well, but I didn't. I couldn't. I was scared.

I mean, my parents sent me off knowing I was going to be a doctor, but after nine years, I'm back with a child and a stepchild. They already had enough to say about me, but I needed to be bold. I need to at least know if my parents were ever sorry if they ever wanted to rekindle a relationship with me. Besides that, I wanted to see my aunt and uncle again. I wanted to see my siblings.

I think I'm scared because if my parents start up again, no one will say anything. They would always say, 'just ignore' because my parents literally held the family together. As I said, my aunts and uncles didn't have cell phones, only flip phones. My parents never really took the time to actually take their siblings out of the village.

I couldn't sleep because I was anticipating every step, thinking of every scenario, but then I remembered Silver. If my parents decide to show out and Silver gets angry, I'll never get their blessing to marry him. I won't have my dad walk me down the aisle, or my mother cries about how pretty I look in a dress.

I know my parents have traumatized me, but I still want them because they'd do it for my siblings. They do it because they love them. What's so wrong with me that they can't love me?

I held Silver's hand a little tighter as we landed. I was so scared. Analia was skipping ahead, looking for a tall man with blonde hair that would be my brother, Winston. He was six feet and obsessed with dying his hair a different color every month. I don't think it's healthy, but at the same time, it doesn't matter because he cuts hair every one-two months.

"Are you sure he's here?" Analia asked.

I sighed. "Winston was never really good at being on time."

Silver looked irritated. He didn't want to be here in the first place, and now my brother is late.

"Um, let me text him," I gave Zaire to Silver and texted Winston. "He'll be–"

"KASIAAAAA!" I gasped as someone jumped on top of me. "I missed you so much!"

"Winston, please get off of me." I shoved him.

He frowned. "Ow, what was that for?"

I rolled my eyes and gave him a proper hug. "You're late."

"Fashionably late," he corrected me. "I had to get this outfit,"

I raised an eyebrow. "A t-shirt with your name plastered all over it and sweatpants and a bucket hat with Winnie the Pooh?"

Winston rolled his eyes. "Whatever, man, introduce me to these people."

"Well," I shoved Silver to get the look of disgust off his face. "This is my boyfriend, Silver, his daughter–"

"Analia," she held her hand out. "My name is Analia, but you can call me Ana, or Nalia." She blushed.

Winston shook her hand. "Ok, purr, Nalia. I like that."

Silver pushed her away from Winston, rolling his eyes.

"And this is Zaire, my little baby." I cooed, taking him from Silver and showing Winston.

"Oh my god, he's so cute!" Winston squealed. "You made me an uncle!!" Winston jumped up and down. "Let me hold him please!"

Silver grumbled under his breath as I handed Zaire to him. "Be careful, he likes to sleep."

He poked Zaire's nose. "Damn, Kasi, you did this with a white man."

Analia giggled as I facepalmed. Silver kept his stoic expression. He didn't like Winston's energetic persona, which is to be expected.

"Girl–" Winston paused when his phone rang. "It's Kishi, lemme pick up." He answered. "Hey–"

"Hurry the fuck up you inept fool. Does it take you that long to drive too? You're so foolish–"

"Hey Kishma," I said.

"Oh..." she trailed off. "Um, 'scuse my language. Winston has just been acting foolish all day."

Winston whined. "That is not–"

"Will you shut up," Winston kept quiet. "Nonsense."

I laughed. "We're on our way, baby girl, don't worry."

"Ok, good, I'm trying to see my sister," Winston rolled his eyes as she hung up.

He handed Zaire back to me. "Let's go before she uses witchcraft to kill me." I laughed as Analia followed right behind Winston. I locked hands with Silver and urged him to follow us to Winston's car.

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As we drove through the scenic roads of Anguilla, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety. The island's beauty seemed to mirror the conflicting emotions swirling inside me. Beside me, my brother Winston focused on the road, his eyes steady and confident. This was the most focused I've seen him; it was almost funny, almost distracting.

Silver was sitting in the back with Analia and Zaire. His presence was a source of comfort, holding me amidst the sea of thoughts and worries. Zaire slept peacefully in his father's arms, oblivious to the weight on his mother's mind. I glanced at his cute chubby face, feeling a rush of love and responsibility. My little boy was a part of me, a symbol of the life I had built so far. Love. Something I hoped my parents would have for me as I ventured on this journey.

Analia was sitting next to Zaire, reading a book. She is such a bright and lively child who welcomed me into her life with open arms. She was always curious and full of questions, just like any child her age–but she always had her answer immediately–Her innocence, love, and maturity made it easier for me to accept my new role as a mother, as her stepmother.

As the island's scenery passed by, I found myself reminiscing about the past—the day I left Anguilla to pursue my dreams of becoming a doctor. At fourteen, I was determined but also scared and homesick. My parents had sent me to America for better education and opportunities; they weren't sad or worried; it was like they threw me away; I made it this far to prove to my parents that I am worthy. Now, nine years later, I worry about their reaction to my choices, especially becoming a mother at a young age and building a life with Silver. Even though I still made it as a doctor.

We arrived at the house forty minutes later. Winston told us to wait in the car as he checked a few things because this was all still a surprise. I looked at Silver, and he probably could see the worry and fear on my face because his frown deepened. "We shouldn't have come here."

"Don't say that, Silver,"

"Yea," Analia agreed. "Kasia's getting the closure she needs and I'm getting the birthday I want."

I bit my lip when Analia mentioned closure. I remembered Natalia.

Oh my god, so many things are going on.

"Why shouldn't I?" Silver pressed on. "You're looking at me like you're about to have a heart attack?"

"I'm just scared, ok? I'm seeing my parents for the first time in nine years. I just wanna know some things, and then we can go home after Analia's birthday party,"

"Whatever," Silver grumbled.

I looked at the time and decided Winston was taking too long. "I'm going to see what's up–" I opened the door and came face to face with...

"Kasia."

There were. Always together, my father's hand around my mother's slender waist as they both towered over me.

"Mom, dad," My voice wavered in slight fear.

Welcome to Anguilla

let's visit Kasia's parents shall we.

byeee.