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"Are you absolutely sure you want to do this," Will asked again. "If it can give me truth about my mother then I

need to know," she said. Will nodded and Elizabeth opened it. She began to read her mother's story, starting at

the very beginning.

"You need to push ma'am," the midwife said. Pearl gave one last, hard push and felt something leave her body.

The midwife cut the cord and took the baby to a bath to begin cleaning the blood off. "What is it," Pearl asked

breathing hard. "It's a beautiful and very healthy baby girl," the midwife said. She carried the baby to the mother.

Pearl Sparrow was a proud woman. She had long black hair and dark brown eyes. She had just been in labor

for 36 hours with her second child. "What shall we name this one," she asked herself. Mentally she went through

all of the names she was picking before choosing the right one. "'Ere ye go miss," the midwife said handing her

the baby in a blanket. "I'll call you Emma after your grandmother." She touched her finger to the baby's nose and

she gave a tiny laugh. "Is that all you'll be needing miss," the midwife asked. "Yes, thank you ever so much

Sandra." The older woman gave a small bow of acknowledgement before leaving their tiny home. Pearl didn't

have enough strength to stand so she just laid there with the baby in her arms and slept through the night.

After much recuperating, the baby and her mother were inseparable. A few weeks went by before there was a

knock on the door. She answered to find her son's good friend standing there. "I'm sorry Bill, but Jack hasn't

come back yet. He's still out at sea with his father on his ship." "I's not that ma'am. Me mum wanted to send me

over wit this," he said handing her a basket. Inside were all sorts of small baby clothes that were hand made.

"Please thank your mother for me," she said giving him a light kiss on the cheek. "Tell her I'll be by to visit in a

few days." Bill nodded and left to go back to his home. She shut the door and not even five seconds later

someone knocked again. "Bill, what is..." Standing at the door was not Bill. "'Ello love." It was her husband.

"Jack, oh I thought you were never coming back," she said wrapping her arms around him. "Where's our son?"

"He went to see Bill o' course. Those two are inseparable they are. Now, what's this I hear that we 'ave a

daughter now." The two went inside. Jack senior was much like his son. He had the same dark hair and brown

eyes. He had the same walk, talk and hand movements. He reached into the crib and took the little girl out. He

brought her to eye level and examined her. "Careful," Pearl whispered. He cradled the child in his arms before

lightly tickling her stomach. She gave out the cutest laugh that put a smile on his face. "She's a keeper," he said

putting her back. Pearl laughed lightly before giving her husband a big kiss.

Several hours later Jack came back with Bill in tow. "And how's my son," Pearl asked giving him a big hug.

"Fine mum," he said sighing. The boy was ten years old. Everyone said he was the spitting image of his father

and they were right. "Come on in Bill. I'm sure we've got enough dinner for you too." "Oh no, I don't want to get

in the way." "Oh, you'll never be in the way. You're like a second son. Why don't you come inside, I've got

someone I want you to meet Jack." The two boys went in and saw the small cradle in the corner that was

making cooing noises. "Wa's that," Jack asked (slurring a little). He looked in to see a tiny person that looked at

him the moment he came over. "That is your new baby sister. Her name is Emma," Pearl said, putting her arm on

his shoulder. "She's tiny," he said taking her hand. "She's only a month old Jack." "Jack, come over here son.

You too Bill," Jack Senior called. The two boys stood by the older man as he drank a bottle of his favorite

drink. "Now, I want you two to watch after Emma, savvy. Though she is only this big now (he said bringing his

arms apart only so far), one day she's going to need the two of you to be there for her. Your mother and I won't

always be here and we'd like to know she was in good hands with at least the two of you. Okay?" "Okay," the

two boys said nodding their heads. "That's two good lads. Now, what's this I hear about dinner?"

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