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Publisher	Writers Exchange E-Publishing
Author	Cassyashton Porter
Recommended Minimum Age	Suitable for all ages
ISBN Number	1876962143
Word Count	32,116
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Chapter One Jami Caldwell paused beside the four-door station wagon and looked around at her strange surroundings. How could it be, she thought, that two years ago I was living in a large home with my parents and younger sister, Tami, and now I 'm an orphan and Tami was adopted by the same people who didn't want me. Jami was thirteen and Tami was six so naturally, thought Jami, a couple would want to adopt a younger child instead of an almost grown one. "Don't be afraid, Jami. The Petersons won't bite." Diane Carmichael, Jami's second social worker said. She stooped and picked up Jami's duffel bag containing her meager belongings. Jami sighed as she followed Mrs. Carmichael up the cobblestone walk and brick stairs to the Peterson's front door. Mrs. Carmichael pressed the doorbell, and a gleeful song echoed throughout the quaint house. "I don't know these people," Jami said. She leaned against the porch railing and crossed her arms. "What if they don't like me? My other foster families kicked me out almost immediately because they didn't like me." "They'll like you just fine," Mrs. Carmichael assured her. "But I want you to remember what we discussed on the way over here." "That they're my parents' twins?" Jami scoffed. "I'll believe it when I see it." Jami impatiently tapped her foot. "And I suppose they have two daughters named Jami and Tami." "They have one daughter and her name's Matilda. She's your cousin." Mrs. Carmichael pressed the button again. "Are you sure you don't remember them? Lily Peterson said that you and Matilda used to play together when you were younger." "No, I don't remember." Jami released an exasperated sigh. "What's taking so long?" Her question was answered a moment later as the door opened, and a bubbling teenager stuck her head into the cool afternoon air. "Hi, may I help you?" the girl said. "Hello, I'm Mrs. Carmichael, I believe your parents were expecting me." "Oh, right. I'm Matilda, the Peterson's daughter." "It's nice to meet you," said Diane Carmichael, "and this is your cousin, Jami Caldwell." Mrs. Carmichael stepped aside and turned to Jami who was leaning against the porch railing, looking bored. When Matilda saw Jami her eyes shot open and she gleefully exclaimed. "Oh my gosh! Jami?" She flung herself at Jami and wrapped her arms around her. Jami didn't respond, letting her arms droop loosely by her sides. The girl backed away and smiled. "You don't remember me, do you?" She said. "I'm your cousin, Matilda. We used to play together when we were kids." Jami looked at Mrs. Carmichael. "Yeah, that's what I heard," Jami replied. "Well, come on in." Matilda stepped aside. "Hey Mom! Jami's here!" "I'll be right there," Lily Peterson answered from down the hallway. Jami had walked into the living room and was about to sit down, when Lily's voice stopped her cold. She turned around and saw a slender, middle-aged woman, with long brown hair that swung below her hips, enter the living room, and Jami's face turned ghostly pale. "I'm so glad you're here," Lily said. She wrapped her arms around Jami and gently hugged her. Jami returned the embrace, but began shaking. "What's wrong, Jami?" Lily asked. "I never thought I'd see you again," Jami sobbed. "You and Daddy were killed in the fire. I even went to your funeral." "Jami, I'm..." "Why did they tell us you were dead?" "Jami, I'm not your mother. I'm your mother's identical twin sister, Lily. Didn't Mrs. Carmichael tell you?" "Yes, but I didn't believe her." Jami backed away as if her aunt had just bitten her. Then she looked over at Mrs. Carmichael, or rather past her as the front door opened. "This can't be happening," Jami whispered, and she found herself staring at a man who looked just like her father. He was tall, like her father, and had dark hair as well. When he smiled his lips parted to show his white teeth, just like her father used to. August set his briefcase on the deacon bench in the hallway and stepped through the living room archway. He kissed Lily and gave Matilda a hug, then looked at Jami. "August," Lily said. "This is Jami Caldwell. Our niece." "I remembered. Hello, Jami, it's nice to see you again after all these years. It's been a long time." He held out his hand. "You've grown into a beautiful young woman." Jami didn't reply. She stared in disbelief at the man who was her father's identical twin. "You probably don't remember me. I'm August Peterson, your uncle." Jami gasped and turned away to shield her eyes from the heart-wrenching sight. Her head started to throb, as it always did when she was nervous or frightened, and the room became a blur and spun dizzily about her. "Jami, are you all right?" her concerned uncle asked. He placed a gentle hand on Jami's shoulder, but Jami recalled little else. The room went completely dark as if the sun had suddenly burned out and she fell into unconsciousness, her limp body collapsing into a heap in uncle's outstretched arms.

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