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Sharpay turned off the television, waiting for her husband, and two daughters to arrive back home.

She flipped through the mail: A few scripts, which she tossed on the coffee table that she would check at later, a few bills which she tossed on her desk, and a letter from Gabriella which she set on the front table for Melissa.

Suddenly, the door burst open.

"Guess who got tickets for the Spurs game on Sunday with Jason?" Zeke said walking into the Baylor house with a grocery bag in his arms and two girls on his heels.

"The boogie man?" Sharpay joked, as her and Zeke kissed hello.

"You know it!" he said walking into the kitchen to set down the groceries.

"Melissa, you got a letter from your Mom today!" Sharpay told Melissa.

Melissa's eyes widened, "Really?" she asked, "Where?"

Sharpay smiled.

"It's on the front table, Sweetie,"

The eleven year-old picked up the letter from the table, and danced around the room with it.

"I got a letter! See?" she said, showing it to her nine-year-old sister, Allison.

"So?" Allison said, letting out a dramatic sigh.

"Allison Sharpay Baylor!" Sharpay told Allison sternly, "Be polite. You know how much those letters from her real mom mean to Melissa. Now apologize,"

"Fine," Allison grumbled. "Sorry Melissa,"

"Sorry for what?" Sharpay lead.

"I'm sorry that I was impolite. Now can I go to my room?" Allison demanded to know.

"Yes, you may, but loose the attitude young lady," Sharpay said, leaning back into Zeke.

"She reminds you of a little you, doesn't she?" Zeke asked his wife.

"Oh yeah," Sharpay agreed with her husband.

Meanwhile, Melissa took her letter to the couch, and began reading it. Once she was finished, she ran to her room and pulled out the shoebox from under her bed where she kept all of the letters from her mother.

"Melissa! Allison! Time for dinner!" Zeke called.

Allison and Melissa met their parents at the kitchen table and sat down to eat.

"So what's for dinner tonight?" Sharpay asked.

"Saumon à la sauce verte, and Crème Brule for dessert," Zeke told his family.

"In English?" Sharpay questioned.

"Steamed salmon with a parsley and cilantro green sauce. Obviously you know what Crème Brule" Zeke told them.

Once the family got to eating, Zeke spoke again.

"So… about that basketball game on Sunday…"

"I'm sure we can work it out. What time is it at?" Sharpay asked.

"Seven," Zeke replied, sipping his wine.

"And night game on a school night? I don't think so," Sharpay decided.

"Please Mom? With sugar and gummy worms and books and basketballs on top? Pleeeaaseeee?" Melissa begged Sharpay.

"Cut it Melissa. No."

"But Allison gets to go to her auditions on Sunday night! It's no fair!" Melissa protested, crossing her arms.

"Yes, Allison does. But, she is, but the elementary school has a teacher workday on Monday. Remember, we planned this weeks ago. Allison and I are going to Albuquerque,"

"Aww… Come on Sharpay… let Jason and I take her to the game. Just this once?"

"No!" Sharpay said putting her foot down.

"Can I please be excused?" Melissa grumbled.

"Yes you may," Sharpay dismissed Melissa from the dinner table.

Melissa went into the kitchen and cleared her plate, and went into her bedroom.

"Can I be excused too… please?" Allison asked, remembering her manners.

"Yes, Allison, you may,"

And Allison followed her sister into the kitchen.

Melissa ran into her room, not closing the door all of the way. She thrust the shoebox out from under her bed, and threw it open, carefully finding the letter that she had received from her birth mom earlier that day.

Dear Meli,

Gabriella was the only one who ever called Melissa 'Meli'.

I hope that this letter finds you still in good hands. I hope that Zeke, Sharpay, and Allison are doing well, as are you.

My job just got transferred to East High School in Albuquerque, the high school that your father and I attended. It's a great job, with a lovely student body. It's not very different from when we went there, however people manage to respect each other and their likes much better.

Please never forget that we (your father and I) did not want to give you up, but that we were not ready for such. However, maybe someday we will.

Melissa knew how it went: she wasn't allowed to be with-in a 100 feet of Gabriella… or her father for that matter, until she was 18. It was upon their wishes.

I talked to Troy today. Your father sends his blessings. He recently got traded to the San Antonio Spurs, and he knows that you would be proud of him.

Much Love,

Your Other Mother,

Gabi

Melissa tried to hold back the tears that we about to fall from her eyes. The ones that wanted to pour every time she received a letter from one of her parents.

Allison watched her sister wipe a tear from her eye. Allison couldn't begin to imagine just how much Melissa had gone through in the past eleven and a half years.

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