Sophia's POV
I was thinking about this lately. I was thinking that I should try to let people in. This experience had made me realize that I can no longer stay in the past that has been holding me back. I can no longer dwell in my own sadness. Its not even about me or my feelings anymore. Its all about the little girl born on January 25, 2006 at 3:14 a.m.
" Hey."
" Have a seat." She slowly sat down next to the incubator that Janine was in.
" How did you find me?"
" I called Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Aww, is this your daughter? She is beautiful"
" Thanks..."
" Listen Sophia-"
" Look before you say anything else, I want to apologize for my last visit. I shouldn't spoken to you like that. I was just so angry I just-"
" You don't have to apologize to me. You had and still have every reason to feel like that. I shouldn't have treated you like that."
" I appreciate you coming here to tell me this and I just want to start over on our relationship. This whole experience has got me to realize that I should just stop feeling sorry for myself and move on."
" I totally agree."
" Each other is all we have left. So lets make the best of it." She smiled at me and came over to me and hugged me with compassion. A tear escaped my eyes. My heart felt even more warm to reconnect with my baby sister. No matter how much I hated her, there was always love for her hidden somewhere in my heart and I was finally able to show it. All the hate was escaping from me. We loved each other. No more would those painful memories break us apart because I let go. It had nothing to do with everyone else. I finally forgave myself. All those emotions just from one hug. It may only lasted a few seconds but it felt like a lifetime.
We finally let go of each other and she sat back down on the chair. I carefully laid back in the bed to a more comfortable position.
" You know you have a niece and nephew."
" I do?"
" Yes. Kate and Preston. Twins."
" Well where are they why didn't you bring them to meet their baby cousin?"
" They're in school. Ninth grade."
" Wait, ninth grade? High school?"
" I had them when I was fifteen."
" Are you serious? Where's the father?"
" I don't know."
" What did Grandma say?"
" She was angry yet sad, yet happy, yet disappointed. God rest her soul."
" Why don't you bring them around more often? I would like to get to know them."
" I will definitely bring them over to visit you and Janine."
" It feels so good to be reunited with you."
" You, too." Delilah quickly got up, looking at her watch.
" I gotta go, gotta pick the kids up from school." I watched her walk towards the door.
" You promise to bring them?"
" I promise."
She walked out the door.