Hi.

idk if I'm good at plot twist but here y'all go

also, let's double upload shall we?

I'm a little bit sick tho , my body hurts, but I'm still here.

Kasia

Mother told me she wanted to talk later, but I followed her because I was curious. Silver and I were coming to a conclusion that maybe my supposed mother wasn't actually my mother.

"Mother, wait," I called out to her and she paused. "I'm free talk now," I walked up to her.

She sighed, once again looking over me. "You really have grown, Kasia." She said.

I furrowed my brows. "I doubt that's what you want to tell me right now."

She shook her head. "Call me Jacqueline," she said, exhaling. "I am not your mother."

Hesitantly, I nodded, trying my best to remain calm and stoic. Do it like Silver. I told myself. "Who is my mother?" My voice remained strong.

Jacqueline frowned. "She was a–" she closed her eyes and sighed. "She was a prostitute and your dad slept with her and impregnated her. For two years, she kept you hidden, stealing from people to survive–but she stole from the wrong people one day and she died. Social services came to our house one day with you. Your mother had a diary in which she stated who impregnated her–"

"Where is it?" I asked, desperately wanting to know who she was.

"It's gone. The house–or rather the shelter you guys were in burned down when you were eight."

I scoffed, shaking my head. "You–"

"I know," she said. "I treated you horribly because for those three years you were alive, I was having miscarriages left and right. I was bitter that a prostitute with no money to care for a child had one while me, who could take care of many children couldn't even have one. I was jealous and angry because a prostitute's daughter was smarter than my own two kids with better education–But, now I am old and I am remorseful." Jacqueline sighed. "I may keep my head high but I am sorry. You did nothing wrong, it was your father that cheated but I was able to forgive him."

"If he was my father, why did he treat me so badly as well?" I asked, biting my lip, waiting for the dreaded answer.

"You were proof of his infidelity. You were almost the cause of the divorce of our marriage...we were both looking for someone to be mad at and you were most convenient."

"Oh, so choosing to–"

"Please," Jacqueline closed her eyes, pleading. "I've been so evil, I don't know who've I've become–but I don't want to hear of my deeds, but I will pay for it. I will treat your son as my own and so will your father."

"He couldn't even apologize to me," I scowled.

"His pride, dear," Jacqueline answered. "It is no excuse but we often talk of our regrets and your name always pops up. Regretting the way we treated you. I am so sorry."

I took in a shaky breath. I didn't know what to do. My mother is dead, my real mother, but I couldn't cry. The parents that I know are sorry for everything they've done, but can I really trust that?

Should I easily forgive them like this?

But wasn't that what I wanted? For them to be sorry, for them to apologize. Why do I feel so torn about this? What should I do?

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I told Silver everything as we got ready to see my aunt and uncle. I told him about my real mother and the apology and how confused I was.

But he was no help because he told me he didn't know what to say. So, there's that. I went out with Winston and Kishma but I didn't tell them anything. I didn't want them to know and I don't think that Jacqueline would want that too.

I'm torn.

"Where's his vest?" I asked, putting on my earring.

Silver looked at me like I was dumb. "On him, Kasia." I looked at Zaire in his arms and smiled sheepishly.

"What would I do without you?" I smiled, kissing him.

Silver grunted. "Lose everything."

I laughed at his reply.

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"Hello, Auntie," I said softly when she opened the door.

She gasped, a soft and genuine surprise lighting up her dark eyes, the same eyes that had watched over me since childhood. Her graying hair, a beautiful mix of silver and black, cascaded down her shoulders in gentle waves, framing her face in a way that seemed to capture the wisdom of years gone by,and the length of her hair she's been growing for years.

The strands of silver held some memories, while the lingering strands of darkness showed strength and resilience.

Her skin, a deep and rich shade of mahogany, held the warmth of countless memories and her fine wrinkles adorned her features with grace. These lines witnessed her laughter, her contemplation, and the enduring moments that had marked the art of her life.

As she stood there, a smile began to blossom, revealing those subtle creases around her eyes that only added to the authenticity of her expression. It was a smile that radiated warmth, acceptance, and an unwavering love that transcended the years. In that moment, I knew I was in the presence of someone who had not only taken care of me, but loved me as her own.

Tears formed in my eyes as she looked over at my outfit. I was wearing a glowing golden blouse, its fabric cascading gracefully over my figure. The buttons, seductively left slightly undone, added an enticing hint of allure as they traced a delicate path down the center. The blouse, a stunning testament to craftsmanship, shimmered softly in the light, casting a warm, luxurious glow.

Complementing the top, I wore a mini-skirt of the same rich golden hue, meticulously adorned with intricate designs. The details, carefully etched onto the fabric, hinted at a story of glamor. The skirt's abbreviated length showcased my legs with a tasteful touch of flirtatiousness for my boo thang, Silver, while maintaining an air of sophistication for my auntie and uncle.

Around my neck, a meticulously crafted Chanel necklace graced my skin, its subtle elegance enhancing the ensemble. The delicate chain held a pendant that exuded timeless style, a perfect harmony with the golden theme. Each movement sent soft glimmers of light dancing along the necklace, creating an entrancing visual spectacle.

For footwear, I chose golden stilettos that elevated the outfit, both literally and figuratively. The stilettos gave opulence, and their shimmering finish perfectly matched the ensemble's color palette. With every step, they exuded confidence and power.

Completing the look, I adorned myself with matching golden earrings, each one a miniature masterpiece that dangled elegantly from my earlobes. The earrings caught the light with each subtle motion, casting a radiant aura around me.

If she was a color she would be gold. She had a heart of gold–as well as a lung and a kidney–she was just so beautiful.

"Kasia?" She covered her mouth, her accent rich and strong.

I nodded, smiling. "Auntie Gloria," I said again.

"Oh my god!" She said, hugging me tightly. "My sweet Kasia." I smiled as she pulled away to look at me. "You've become so beautiful–more beautiful than you were as a child,"

"Thank you," I sniffled.

She looked at Silver and Zaire. "Oh? Who's this?"

I smiled, hooking my hand in Silver's. "This is my boyfriend, Silver, and my son, Zaire."

"Son?! Boy–oh my god," She smiled widely at Silver. "You've been taking care of my niece, I mean after a baby look at how she's shining. Thank you."

Silver nodded awkwardly but Aunt Gloria didn't mind. "Come in, come in! You know your uncle can't wait to see you."

We followed her inside the renovated house. It was different then when I last saw them. The walls are painted in soft pastel hues, echoing the shades of the Caribbean sea. Large windows allow natural light to flood the room, illuminating the space and highlighting the wooden beams that crisscross the ceiling.

"The house is so beautiful," I said, looking around.

Auntie Gloria smiled proudly. "We renovated it three years ago. Robert and I finally got our dream house–"

"Who was at the–" My uncle's deep voice interrupted the conversation as he strolled into the room. His salt-and-pepper hair, graying at the temples, added a distinguished touch to his appearance. The warm glow of the room highlighted the rich tones of his dark skin, a testament to the island sun he had basked under for years.

His presence carried the weight of wisdom etched into the wrinkles that adorned his face. Lines at the corners of his eyes and creases on his forehead spoke of a life well-lived, of laughter and challenges.

As his gaze shifted from the conversation to me, his eyes widened in recognition. The surprise of spotting me, an unexpected visitor, was evident in the subtle arch of his graying eyebrows. His gaze locked onto mine, and I couldn't help but smile in response to the warm familiarity that passed between us. My uncle's presence, a blend of age and resilience, radiated a sense of comfort and security that only he and Aunt Gloria provided for me.

"Good god, has it really been so long?" He said, his eyes still wide.

I smiled. "Nine years, uncle," I responded. "You look very good," I said.

Uncle Robert laughed heartily. "You know cancer can't take me out. It's not strong enough." He beamed as Aunt Gloria came to his side. "Who's this?"

"Silver Moretto," Silver finally introduced himself. "I'm her boyfriend."

"And this is our son, Zaire."

Uncle Robert looked at Aunt Gloria, surprised etched into his face. "Are you sure it's been nine years?"

Aunt Gloria and I both nodded.

"But that would make you twenty-three–twenty-four in August." He realized and I nodded yet again. "And you're a mother?"

"Yes, Uncle," I laughed as Aunt Gloria playfully shoved him.

"Wow," he sighed before sticking his hand out for Silver to shake. "I hope you're faring well!"

Silver shook his arm. "Yes, thanks."

I smiled at his good behavior.

"I also hope you're planning to marry my niece as soon as possible." He added as I gasped.

Aunt Gloria shoved him again. "Robert!"

Silver chuckled, actually chuckled while looking at me. "I'm planning to marry her..." he said as I smiled shyly. "Very soon."

I'll put her outfit up after church.

bye.

Update two: I added the outfit