I'll admit it. I was confused. What was going on? One second, I knew my dad was dating some chick. The next, I was standing beside the alter, holding a bouquet and staring numbly at the crowd that had gathered. I heard them say, "I do," and saw them kiss. It was all a little overwhelming.
Let's add to the confusion. This woman hated me. She bossed me around when my dad wasn't looking and had her daughters torture me when I was at school. Malon and Ruto. Talk about irritating brats. Those two won the annoying award of the century.
Then, something else happened. Dad died. That's right. He was hit by a drunk driver on his way home from work, and bam, I was alone. I had my step-mom, Telma, and her daughters, but they weren't… family. They were slave-owners. And they had one slave.
Me.