Chapter Fourteen
Look-Alike
"You don't look like your aunt at all." Chelsea says, as she watches me unload crates at the shop.
"I get my looks from my dad. At least thats what Mirabelle tells me," I say, as I point to the picture on the wall, where my parents are with me in hospital.
"You have her eyes." She says.
"Yeah."
"My mom had blond hair and blue eyes. My dad died when I was a few months old. I still had a wonderful childhood on a farm, though. What was your childhood like?"
I keep my back turned to her.
"Awful,"