Disclaimers: I do not own any of these characters, unfortunately. You all
know whose they are.
A/N: I really, really like reviews! If I don't get any reviews, then I shan't update! Meh!
iTo my darling daughter,
I do not know when you will get this letter - or if your adoptive parents will even ever give it to you. I hope, for all of our sakes, that they do. At this very moment, I am sitting in the car, next to your father, driving to the church where we will give you up. I cannot imagine the anger you must feel towards us, for abandoning you, but you must realize that it is for your own sake.
I don't like to drop this bombshell on you on one piece of paper, in writing, but there is no other way to get in contact with you. The reason we left you in the hands of the church is for something so bizarre that I do not know if you will even believe it, so I will not say it here.
You have three sisters - their names are Prue, Phoebe, and Piper. They currently live at 1321 Prescott Street with me and your father, in San Francisco. I hope that one day soon, we shall meet again.
There is so much to tell you that I cannot fit in this letter, for we are drawing near to the church. I beg of you, one day, to swallow the anger and come and find us. Your family.
All my love,
Your mother,
Patty Halliwell./i
Folding up the letter, Paige stared at the wall, her face creased into a frown. She had known that she was adopted - her parents had told her as soon as she was old enough to understand, and she had always assumed that she had been orphaned, as Mr and Mrs Matthews had never once mentioned why they had adopted her. Yet, this letter was proof that she had never been orphaned - far from it. She had two parents now, and three sisters? Bewildered, Paige threw the letter on her desk and fell back onto her bed, staring at the ceiling. Suddenly, she felt as if she were being torn in two - one of her was a complete stranger, and the other was wallowing in self pity. Scowling, she glared at the wall, and rolled over onto her stomach, resting her chin on her hands. What would her adoptive parents do if she went looking for her real parents? Would they be hurt, or angry?
Paige felt hurt and angry herself, there was no denying that. She knew nothing about her past, and all of a sudden her future was misty. Thousands of questions ran through her thirteen-year-old brain. Would she ever meet up with her biological parents, or find her sisters? Or would she spend the rest of her life with the Matthews', secretly wondering if this Patty Halliwell would have been a better mother? There was no denying that Olivia Matthews was a wonderful mother, and Paige loved both her Mom and Dad, but she needed to know more about the Halliwells. Her real family.
Sliding off the bed, Paige stuffed the letter with the address of the Halliwells into her jeans pocket and pulled a bag out from under her bed. She had some searching to do.
A/N: I really, really like reviews! If I don't get any reviews, then I shan't update! Meh!
iTo my darling daughter,
I do not know when you will get this letter - or if your adoptive parents will even ever give it to you. I hope, for all of our sakes, that they do. At this very moment, I am sitting in the car, next to your father, driving to the church where we will give you up. I cannot imagine the anger you must feel towards us, for abandoning you, but you must realize that it is for your own sake.
I don't like to drop this bombshell on you on one piece of paper, in writing, but there is no other way to get in contact with you. The reason we left you in the hands of the church is for something so bizarre that I do not know if you will even believe it, so I will not say it here.
You have three sisters - their names are Prue, Phoebe, and Piper. They currently live at 1321 Prescott Street with me and your father, in San Francisco. I hope that one day soon, we shall meet again.
There is so much to tell you that I cannot fit in this letter, for we are drawing near to the church. I beg of you, one day, to swallow the anger and come and find us. Your family.
All my love,
Your mother,
Patty Halliwell./i
Folding up the letter, Paige stared at the wall, her face creased into a frown. She had known that she was adopted - her parents had told her as soon as she was old enough to understand, and she had always assumed that she had been orphaned, as Mr and Mrs Matthews had never once mentioned why they had adopted her. Yet, this letter was proof that she had never been orphaned - far from it. She had two parents now, and three sisters? Bewildered, Paige threw the letter on her desk and fell back onto her bed, staring at the ceiling. Suddenly, she felt as if she were being torn in two - one of her was a complete stranger, and the other was wallowing in self pity. Scowling, she glared at the wall, and rolled over onto her stomach, resting her chin on her hands. What would her adoptive parents do if she went looking for her real parents? Would they be hurt, or angry?
Paige felt hurt and angry herself, there was no denying that. She knew nothing about her past, and all of a sudden her future was misty. Thousands of questions ran through her thirteen-year-old brain. Would she ever meet up with her biological parents, or find her sisters? Or would she spend the rest of her life with the Matthews', secretly wondering if this Patty Halliwell would have been a better mother? There was no denying that Olivia Matthews was a wonderful mother, and Paige loved both her Mom and Dad, but she needed to know more about the Halliwells. Her real family.
Sliding off the bed, Paige stuffed the letter with the address of the Halliwells into her jeans pocket and pulled a bag out from under her bed. She had some searching to do.