《No Name Yet》有有

1、~Chapter 1~

　　My stepmother was an alcoholic, so as my stepfather. Unfortunately I am

　　the only child of them, along the time passed by, I was already used to the

　　way our family was. When the moment I heard their death, sadness ran through

　　from my head to my toe, I trembled, but not even a single tear dropped out

　　from my eyes. But there was no way I could deny, some place deeply inside my

　　heart, I still loved them. All I wore was a black blouse and a black dress on

　　the day of their funeral, only by myself. Yes, there was only me… just as it

　　I was for the passed sixteen years. I was standing; feeling the gentle breeze

　　breathing through my soul, and thought if this is how the winds dancing and

　　praying beside my ears…

　　At that moment, I swear to myself under the maple tree with all those red

　　lifted ornaments on it, I will forget everything after today and start my new

　　life. I said I will, and I meant it.

　　One week later, I moved to Las Vegas. I packed all my stuffs, and

　　cleaned out the whole household. Then I found a brown old letter that was a

　　bit edgy, somewhere in my step-mom’s drawer.

　　“Dear Grace,

　　I hope this won’t bring you into much trouble. Oh… but for god’s sake,

　　please forgive me for doing it, and whatever the punishment I will deserve, I

　　would definitely take it!

　　I must beg you for this, would you adopt Gillian, one of our older

　　daughter? I don’t have any more supplies to run another person in this house.

　　As you know, we were bankrupted two days ago. I haven’t closed my eyes since

　　last night, thinking all of this. Suggesting thousands of result of doing

　　this, wondering how each of them will live in this world without me, what her

　　future will be like, and most importantly, will she be happy? But then all

　　of these thoughts were just like knifes scratching across my heart, and I

　　heard the blood leaking out of it. My poor little babies… I was trying so

　　hard to catch every seconds to looking at them one more time, seeing their

　　faces, hearing their breathings, smelling them as if smelling the scent of

　　summer rose, and they are my angels. These two sisters, Gillian and Joanne,

　　are the biggest gift to me from the god, but I cannot save them. I’d rather

　　suffer with my husband than with them. They are supposed to grow like

　　princesses, not like proper. I want them to have a better life than us. I do,

　　I wish, and I prayed since they were born.

　　Grace, I know if once I made the decision, none of them would ever

　　forgive their mother. But believe me if I’ve ever have a choice I would never

　　do this. I will appreciate for whatever you do to my family as long as I

　　live. And lord, again, please forgive me…

　　Yours truly,

　　Cassandra ”

　　There was also a picture of me as a baby, but it looked like that the

　　photo had been ripped into half, another half was missed! Again I skimmed

　　through the letter, felt slightly apathetic. Some part of me had already died

　　when my stepparents died; some part of my soul would never wake up again, and

　　that is AFFECTION, affection to anyone that is near me. But then, I must

　　admit that one event the woman who called herself my mother mentioned in the

　　letter had interested me ---- my sister Joanne. I will greet her someday

　　somehow, I believe in fate.