The Melody of an Ambulance

TALE 3: FAMILIAR FACES

Mable saw her cousins, or brothers and sisters. She watched them. She couldn’t help but stare at them. She searched their face for any trace of what could be a trait they shared; the shape of a nose or almond shaped eyes.

She didn’t tell anyone what she knew. She didn’t see the point in making a big fuss about something that would not change. Although, every time she saw her cousins, she wanted to walk up to them and tell them that she knew. She wanted them to know that it was okay to treat her like a sister now, that everything was going to really be okay.

MORE LATER. I’M GONNA GO NAP