Lukas's house was big and beautiful.
Not as beautiful as our old home, but I liked it anyway.
The first thing my sister did was to redo her and Lukas's room.
Then she redid my room too.
I was the chef in our house. I made breakfast, lunch and dinner to everyone.
I wanted to learn every single recipe.
Lukas's mother, Estella Olivia, didn't like the fact of me cooking.
Not that she had anything against me, she just thought I shouldn't do it, I was the "guest".
And so was my sister, even though she ran around in her underwear.
"I'm sorry about what happened with your parents." Estella said.
Sheila looked at her. "I'm sorry too, even though it's my parents."
"I think it was wrong by your mother to leave you two. She could have waited a few years. At least until Edmund became old enough to live alone."
"Don't blame her, she visited us almost every other day!"
"But she still left you! That's not right."
I sat down at the table, with a plate full of pancakes. I didn't sat anything.
I didn't blame our mother, but I was sad of what she did. Estella was right, she shouldn't have left us.
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But I don't think Sheila minded too much.
She just loved being close to her boyfriend every single day.
Kristin didn't live here, so for me, it was way boring.
But she tried to visit me very often. She knew I felt lonely in this house.
And Kristin and Sheila became very good friends.
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