Angela's beautiful baby sister, Molly, could be hard to handle. At the age of seventeen, she was a brilliant, energetic, and rebellious girl. Molly had always been a spirited girl who craved her independence. As much as Angela loved Molly, the age difference often caused tension between the two sisters. Angela was well over a decade older than her sister. Things had only gotten worse when their mother died. Their stepfather had decided it would be best for everyone if Molly moved in with her. Angela couldn't help but think that what he had thought of was best for him, not what was best for everyone. She knew that it was largely due to the fact that he had no longer wanted to "deal" with Molly now that their mother was gone. He had been much older than her mother had been, and wasn't prepared to take care of a teenage girl by himself. So Molly had moved in with Angela. As much as Angela wanted to, she couldn't bring herself to blame him. He really had no ties to them now that her mother was gone. Molly hadn't been so forgiving of their stepfather.

Angela had done what she always did, and stepped in to take care of Molly. Angela's small, one bedroom apartment had barely been sufficient for the both of them. So Angela had struggled to make ends meet for a year, but she was failing miserably. Their drift-less father certainly wasn't going to be any help to them. Over the past seven years he had showed up once or twice a year reeking of drugs, alcohol, or both, and asking for money. Angela had repeatedly turned him down. She had stopped caring about her father long ago. While a part of her still loved him, she refused to allow herself to be used by him.

When her twin brother, Kevin, suggested she and Molly move to Waffle Island and come live with him on his farm, it had felt like a life preserver had finally been thrown to her. What she had not expected was the violent reaction from Molly.

"Why would I ever want to move there?" Molly cried out. Her face was contorted in a mixture of horror and anger.

"Molly please," Angela begged. "I know you are angry right now, and I know this is not the ideal situation. But it really is our best option at this point."

"What happened to moving in with Darryn?" Molly asked.

Angela stood silently for a moment, unwilling to allow the emotions she felt to show on her face. She had not yet informed Molly of the break up. Truth was Darryn had wanted her to move in with him. They had even picked out an engagement ring. It had been when they had gone to the jeweler that last time, that he had delivered the ultimatum.

"Angela," he had said to her. He had taken her hand lovingly into his own. Angela had been blissfully happy at that moment. Looking into his eyes, she could not imagine anything else but spending her entire life with him.

"Yes?" Angela asked.

"I love you so dearly," Darryn sighed.

"I love you too," Angela replied. A satisfied smile crept on her face.

"Angela, I want to spend the rest of our lives together. You and me," Darryn said.

"I do as well," Angela said.

"I'm glad, because when we get married, I want it to be me and you," Darryn stated. "I need it to be just the two of us." Angela stared at him, not quite understanding what he was saying. "What I'm trying to say is that I don't want to live with Molly."

"She's my sister," Angela defended, realizing what it was Darryn was saying. "She doesn't have anywhere else to go!"

"Angela, I need you to chose, it's either her, or me," Darryn said. There was a finality in his voice that made Angela's heart break.

"That's an easy one," Angela stated, struggling to keep her emotions in check. "I choose her."

Naturally, Angela had chosen Molly. She would not cause Molly any more suffering and loss than what she had already endured. She had not even given a second thought to her choice. As painful as the decision was, she didn't regret it, not even now, with an angry Molly standing before her.

"It's over between Darryn and I," Angela stated, trying to keep the tears at bay. She didn't want to talk about Darryn anymore. "This is really the only option we have."

"Our only option? You didn't even think of my feelings when you made this decision!" Molly accused. She stared at Angela for a few seconds before storming off to the bathroom. Angela heard the distinct clicking of the lock. Molly would lock herself in there, when she wanted to cry in peace. Angela felt helpless, in truth she didn't want to leave the city either, but she really did not see any other choice.

XxXx

Angela's eyes scanned across the beautiful blue tones of the ocean. Captain Pascal had pointed out Waffle Island in the distance just a few moments earlier. He had been very informative and kind during dinner. The old man had regaled many stories of Waffle Island. Angela had listened with rapt attention as he spoke of the Goddess Tree, and the Harvest Goddess, and how it had just recently been restored to it's former glory. She made the appropriate return comments, and complimented the dinner. Molly, on the other hand, had sat in sullen silence. After dinner she had retreated to her room within the cabin, presumably sulking. Angela had made her apologies to Pascal, then had made her way to the deck.

As the landmass grew larger, Angela's nerves increased. She was not sure how this small country island would suit her, but she was excited to see her twin brother again. In her mind this was really the only choice they had. She was not going to abandon Molly, even if Molly insisted on continuing to not speak with her. Angela fought back tears as she thought of Darryn. He had been the very first man to ever cause the overly-cautious Angela to fall in love. She had imagined that she and Darryn would grow old together. And they would have, if fate had not intervened. Angela was firm believer that everything happens for a reason, but at the moment she was struggling to find a reason why things were turning out they way they had. She closed her eyes, allowing the salty smell of the sea, and refreshing wind to overtake her senses, and her mind. Inwardly she steeled herself for the arrival on Waffle Island.

XxXx

Molly was mad at both of her siblings. They were currently in a wagon on the way to her brother's farmland. At first glance, Waffle Town appeared boring. She wondered what people did for fun. She looked over at Angela who was easily chatting with Kevin.

Angela had always been this way. Being over ten years older, she had always taken control and been "in charge." When their mother died, she had taken over the roll of caretaker with ease.

Molly didn't really understand her sister. Angela could be so uptight at times. Darryn had been able to make her relax. Molly was so confused as to why Angela had ended things with him. The one time she asked her why, her sister had been simply unwilling to talk about it. Based on Angela's tone, Molly had known not to press. But she couldn't help but wonder about the sudden breakup.

She heard Kevin explaining that they would be living in the house he'd lived in when he first arrived. Angela was thanking him profusely. Molly rolled her eyes. Angela seemed to actually be enjoying this. They pulled up to a small house. It did not look much bigger than the apartment they had shared in the city.

"My house is just over there," Kevin replied, pointing to the large house just northeast of them on the hill. "You'll be really close to Waffle Town here. I put some food in the fridge, and Elli's worked really hard to get some curtains hung, and get the house clean enough for you to live in it." Kevin turned to Molly. "I think you'll like it here. By the way, there's a Flower Festival next week, and usually there's a dance at night, you guys should come." Molly nodded dismissively.

"Great, thanks!" Angela answered cheerfully. She turned to her sister. "Well I guess we're home." Molly turned away so Angela couldn't see the tears.

XxXx

Angela sighed as she looked around the small farmhouse. Just a few weeks ago she had been living her life in the city, planning on getting married. Now, she was thrust into this life. She tried telling herself it was the best. But was it really? Molly had retreated sulkily to her room. At least the farmhouse had two bedrooms, even if they were only large enough to fit a bed and a dresser. Kevin's wife had done a great job of making the house presentable and clean. Angela was grateful for that at least.

"So this is home now," she sighed to herself. Collapsing into the nearest chair, she finally allowed the tears to flow that she had held back all day.