5. My sister

MIKY'S POV

Today it was a year since my mother died and four since the girl I thought of as my sister had saved me from dying in that storm. I was only six years old at the time and I didn't want to hide without finding Whisky first. This girl is the one who had saved my life and my dog, and all of us who were in there thought she had died, but no. About a year later my mom and I found her walking down the street alone and she didn't remember anything, she didn't even remember her name, so mom decided to take her home with us to help her since we knew something about her life, since the lady who was with her had told us about her through tears because she thought she had died, but now we knew she was not and we had no way of communicating with that lady. We had even gone to the police to say she was alive and to help us find the lady who was with her, but they insisted she was dead and that she was not who she seemed.

Over the years, she remembered some things, but not much. She remembered her name was Jessica and not much else. What we did know is she wasn't from here. We told her that according to the lady who was with her she was doing an art exhibition, but we couldn't find much more information than what some Los Angeles newspapers were talking about.

"Miky, I'm home now." Yes, she was the only one who called me that and now she was in charge of taking care of me. Like I said, for me she was my sister and my mother trusted her, so she left parental authority to her because she would know what would take care of me. "Miky, where are you in?" he asked in a tired tone, "I'm in the room."

With that, it didn't take long for her to reach my room and throw herself on my bed. I turned to look at her because it was rare for her to do that. She looked a little angry or upset, I couldn't say exactly, so I got up from the chair I was sitting in doing my homework and sat down next to her. "Are you okay Jess?" I asked when I saw her, "Sure, don't worry dwarf." My sister assured, but I'm not entirely convinced.

"You know you can tell me, right?" I asked, even though I knew she wasn't going to tell me anything. "It's nothing, really" Jess said, "Tell me that guy you work with didn't mean anything too much to you." I asked, trying to control my anger, "I've got him under control, Miky."

"Well, I don't think you have him that much under control. I'll end up kicking that guy's ass as long as he keeps bothering you." I assured and Jessica doesn't take long to open her eyes and send me a smile "You're very overprotective, huh, little brother." She replied, "You've already suffered a lot Jess, all I want is for you to be happy."

"Better tell me how you're doing with high school." My sister asked, basically changing our theme conversation because she hates talking about what she had to go through, it's not something she liked to talk about. I got up to take the exam and pass it to her. She stared for a couple of minutes at it and sat up on the bed.

"At what point did you decide it was good to get good grades?" she asked, surprised, "At the moment when I decided to become an investigator so I could help you find your family." I informed and she sighed, "I already told you; you don't need to do it Michel. If they haven't looked for me all this time, I don't think they're looking for me now."

"They may not be looking for you, but they deserve to know you're alive and well, they can help you regain your memory." I said and she denied "I don't care if I recover your memory or not, the only thing you have to focus on is your studies and study something you like and want to dedicate yourself to when you grow up."

"I want to be a researcher; I would like to be able to help people." I said even though the reason I was doing it's her "If that's what you want, I'll support you, but now tell me where Wisky is." At that moment, the dog ran into the room jumping on top of her. He had quickly grown fond of her, I suppose it was because he remembered she had saved us years ago, and because of the way she was.

"Jess, can I ask you a question?" I asked, "Sure, let go." My sister said calmly, "In a month's time, the singer I love so much is coming to Los Angeles." I said joining my hands, "Carla?" she asked, and nodded, "What's up with that?" she asked, looking out the window, "Do you think one day we could go see if we meet her on the street?"

"I don't think that's the best thing to do." Jess said, "But..." I started to protest, but she finally sighed, "Listen to me, it was a surprise for your birthday, but it's time to show it to you." She said and I couldn't help but frown, "What?" I asked, confused and curious, "Wait here for a moment, I'll be back now."

She left the room, and I ended up sitting on the bed thinking about what a surprise she had for me, because even though we weren't the people with the most money in the world, Jessica always managed to save and for my birthday she always bought me something. It didn't take long for her to get to the room again, sat down next to me and handed me a little box.

"Open it." I did as she told me, and I couldn't believe what was inside. A CD and tickets for a front-row concert. "ARE YOU SERIOUS?" I shouted excitedly. "Obvious, don't you see?" My sister asked, raising an eyebrow "Thank you. Thank you so much Jessica, I love you so much." I said, giving her a hug.

"That's not the best thing, as you know, the day before the concert she'll be signing CD's, and I was granted the day off." She reported with a big smile on her face, "AM I GOING TO MEET CARLA?" I asked more excitedly if it could be, "Yes, obviously since you are small, I will accompany you and it's a way to placate your emotion in some way."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you. You're the best sister in the world." I said, kissing all over her face, "That's what I should say, don't you think. But now let's go to dinner, I'm starving." She said with a laugh, "I love you, Jesus." I said sincerely, "I love you too, Miky." 

We went downstairs and she started to make dinner. During this we were talking about everything and at that moment I promised myself I'm going to find out who my sister is and where she came from, even though she was not a blood sister, she was taking care of me all this time and saved me four years ago from having died on the streets of Los Angeles.