*Sista´s In The House* Part2
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One cold day, a saturday, Cat, Michael and Miral sat at the breakfast table, eating porridge.
"Why do you have to wear that bandana all the time?" Miral asked suddenly.
Cat wore a red bandana today, since it was christmas soon.
Now she got up and was about to leave the table when Michael showed up in front of her, ripping the bandana off her forehead.
Miral and Michael gasped.
"You´re a Klingon!"
"Yes, to some part I am, just like you."
"Why are you here? I mean why are you *really* here?" Michael asked.
"My name, and I mean my *real* name, is Catrina Paris and I´m your sister!"
"Our sister?!"
"Miral, calm down, she´s not our sister, Mum would have said something if we had a *sister*!"
"She thinks that I and our father are dead!!"
"Michael, that´s what Mum told us all the time, that our father is dead!"
"He isn´t dead, nor am I, we did fly through that giant cloud of gas, I don´t remember it, but Dad has told me about it a hundred times. We made it through, dispite what everybody thinks, but we were both badly wounded. We both fainted , I was only three you know, and when we woke up again we were at a planet far away. Somebody had just left us there, like kittens on someone´s stairs, with a note telling us that Dad was put under a ban. He couldn´t come to earth again, until I was 18, if he did they would take me away from him. "
"Starfleet can´t do that!"
"But they did anyway, I think he knew to much!"
"So, where do you live?"
The three children turned around. Their Mum stood in the door behind them, with bags full of food in her hands.
"Armath."
B´Elanna dropped the bags on the floor and hurried to hug her long-lost daughter
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One cold day, a saturday, Cat, Michael and Miral sat at the breakfast table, eating porridge.
"Why do you have to wear that bandana all the time?" Miral asked suddenly.
Cat wore a red bandana today, since it was christmas soon.
Now she got up and was about to leave the table when Michael showed up in front of her, ripping the bandana off her forehead.
Miral and Michael gasped.
"You´re a Klingon!"
"Yes, to some part I am, just like you."
"Why are you here? I mean why are you *really* here?" Michael asked.
"My name, and I mean my *real* name, is Catrina Paris and I´m your sister!"
"Our sister?!"
"Miral, calm down, she´s not our sister, Mum would have said something if we had a *sister*!"
"She thinks that I and our father are dead!!"
"Michael, that´s what Mum told us all the time, that our father is dead!"
"He isn´t dead, nor am I, we did fly through that giant cloud of gas, I don´t remember it, but Dad has told me about it a hundred times. We made it through, dispite what everybody thinks, but we were both badly wounded. We both fainted , I was only three you know, and when we woke up again we were at a planet far away. Somebody had just left us there, like kittens on someone´s stairs, with a note telling us that Dad was put under a ban. He couldn´t come to earth again, until I was 18, if he did they would take me away from him. "
"Starfleet can´t do that!"
"But they did anyway, I think he knew to much!"
"So, where do you live?"
The three children turned around. Their Mum stood in the door behind them, with bags full of food in her hands.
"Armath."
B´Elanna dropped the bags on the floor and hurried to hug her long-lost daughter
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