A/N: Enjoy
disclaimer: I do not own Gallagher Girls. I am not Ally Carter. She did not write this. She simply inspired me.
I don't know why I'm writing this. Maybe because I'm tired. I'm tired of walking around trying not to slouch due to the weight I always carry. The weight of secrets. The weight of lies. The weight of knowing things that no seven-teen year old should know. I'm surprised the CIA lets me walk around. Well, actually, they didn't always let me walk around.
I was born in Damascus, Syria. My mother was a single parent never married, something seriously frowned upon. So my mother wore a ring on her ring finger, and we told those curious that my father had died in service. We lived with her brother. However my father was not dead, and wrote letters and sent postcards- my first experience at code cracking. But he never visited. I asked my mom about him, but she'd only smile and comment we had the same eyes, and that she'd tell me more when I was older.
"Older" turned out to be when I was six. My mother sat me down and explained to me she was a specially trained government operative, or in other words, a spy. It would explain why she had missed my ballet recitals. And my father, well, he was a spy too. Except he worked for another agency and another government. I was to go live with him because it was safer there, much safer. Women had more rights there. Besides, every girl needs her daddy.
There are some things you never forget. My dad's face when I first saw him is one of those things. When I stepped off the plane his face lit up with a large smile. You've never seen someone smile that big before. Ever. He picked me up and swung me around. I laughed. He laughed. You've never heard laughter that heart felt. His bright green eyes shone with happiness. Unless you've been reunited with a family member, you've never known happiness like that.
Too bad it doesn't last forever.
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