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After about two weeks I looked a year younger, I looked seventeen again. My hair was slightly shinier but otherwise, I guess I was the same.
I walked into the lighthouse with Ross, who I was becoming friends with very quickly, and we walked up to the deck with the telescopes. We both walked to one and sat down.
"Mama when Jen-Jen come home?" Zuri asked Christina.
"She won't be for a long time Zuri." Christina said as she kissed her daughters forehead, "Get some sleep. Love you." She says as she stands up.
"Love you more mama, tell Jen-Jen I love her lot!" Zuri says as she falls asleep. Christina walks out of the room with tears in her eyes. Everyone loved Jen, but she wasn't there anymore.
They had her funeral a week before, and everyone was slowly starting to get back into their normal lives.
Christina walked into her bedroom since all of the kids were asleep. She walked into the bathroom and lifted her shirt slightly while looking in the mirror.
She sighs and rubs her stomach a little bit. She then switches into one of Morgan's old shirts and cotton sleep shorts before walking out of the bathroom and putting her hair up in a pony tail.
"Everyone asleep?" he asks her. Christina nods as she walks over to him and takes his hands.
"Morgan, we need to talk." She says with a sigh. When a panicked look goes across his face she quickly reassures him, "We aren't breaking up, divorcing or anything close to that." She says to him.
"What is it then?" he asks her. Christina quietly takes his hand and rubs it against her stomach, against the bump. He gasps. "I thought you couldn't...?"
"I thought so too. I went to the doctor though. It is real." She says with a smile.
I look up. She was pregnant. That means one of these people would be going to be their new baby, my younger, sort of, sibling. I just wish I could be there too.
I walk over to the edge of the lighthouse and look over. The water was crashing down on the rocks, spray was flying and I could feel the cool, wet mist against my face.
"Are you lost dear?" I hear someone say from behind me. I look to see a woman with blonde wavy hair who looked to be in her early twenties. I recognized her from somewhere.
"No, just thinking." I say, "Do I know you from somewhere?" I ask.
"Probably not. But you probably know my daughter, let's walk child." She says and holds out her arm. We link arms and slowly walk down and out of the lighthouse.
"My name is Jen Ross." I say, introducing myself. She smiles a kind smile over at me.
"I am Katy Ross," she says, "My son is Morgan Ross, I am guessing he is your father?" she asks me. I nod; I was too shocked to speak, "Yes, he married your mother and slowly lost contact with me, just after you were adopted. I got one photo of you, it was you sitting with Morgan at the orphanage, you were hiding in his arms, scared of something." She recalled.
"I was scared of the noise the camera made." I said, "I hated how loud it was. After that dad made sure to get things that were quiet."
"Yes, I remember the back saying you hated loud noises." She said with a twinkle in her eye as she remembered the photo of me when I was little, "You've grown up though, how old are you?" she asks me.
"I'm supposed to be eighteen, but I guess I'm seventeen again." I say, "I died two weeks ago, got shot."
"I died of natural old age. I don't even think Morgan or Chuck were notified." She said with a sad sigh.
"Who's Chuck?" I ask as we sit down.
"Chuck is your Uncle. Him and your fatehr didn't get along so they didn't keep in contact I would imagine." She said with remorse in her voice, "I watch over them every day. It broke my heart the day that you died; your father was so upset. Chuck didn't even know who you were."
"That's horrible." I say as I look down to the ground. At that moment I realized that I would most probably meet more of my family, if not all of it.
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