Jane

“You’ll be fine, my precious girl. I’m sure you’ll meet that special someone someday,” she said, touching my face gently.

“Mom,” I said, taking a deep breath. She could see the worry in my eyes.

“Is something wrong, Jane?” she asked with concern. “Or are you still thinking about your father?”

“No,” I replied quickly. “I am thinking about something else.” I paused, feeling nervous. “Your sister. Will she actually like me?”

Ever since I was little, I had ...