Mom took me upstairs to my room, saying, "Baby, this is where you lived when you were a child. I have been helping you clean it. I knew you would come back."
I didn't expect Fiona to keep my room all the time. Even with Tara by her side, she had never forgotten me.
As she spoke, she began to cry. I quickly hugged her, saying, "All right, Mom, I'm back. I'm glad that I can go back to your side. I'll treat Tara like my own sister."
I came to my room.
My room was a suite where photos of me were everywhere. The toy room from my childhood was still there. Everything was so clean and familiar.
This suite alone was as big as the house of my adoptive parents.
At this sight, I couldn't help but feel a little sad.
"I'm the real lady of the Smith family," I couldn't help but think.
Tara, who was three years younger than me, was in her third year of high school. It was a noble school where strict management was in place, so she lived in the dorm.
She, who had been attending classes for the past few days, should be back home today.
Early in the morning, Mom and Preston took me to visit Mr. Brook, Cesar's grandfather.
Before we could arrive, Mr. Brook had been waiting at the door.