Your Daughter?

Sarah's POV:

My phone kept ringing, but I didn't pick it up. Then Elma's phone rang; it was her mother's. "Why will she ever call me?"

"She always calls you," I muttered. "Where did you get that from?" Elma asked.

"When I was still, you know, pretending to be you. She will always call to check up on you, to invite you for dinner, and to make sure you fix things with your father and brothers."

"My father?" Elma asked, Was that the only thing she got from my long speech?

"I thought he was your dad as well, but it's good. Stay away from what's mine."

"Grr," I sneered. I wasn't interested in taking her dad away from her; sometimes she behaves like a teenager.

"I want to go visit my parents," I blurted. I missed them, and even if they did me wrong, it still doesn't change the fact that they are my parents.

"I won't take you there; when you are out of my car, then go do what you like." Elma said coldly, Did she hate my parents?