I CAN'T believe Mary called their parents. She's grinning from ear to ear, proudly clutching each of her parent's hands whilst standing between them like a fucking toddler.
To think she was pulling both mine and Jeralds ears a while ago. She has such diva speed.
"Iris, darling. Come here pookie," Mrs. Adams wriggles her hand out of Mary's grasp, opening her arms wide for me to fit into and pouting.
Giving Jerald one last glance and thoroughly wiping my eyes, I lazily walk to her before throwing myself onto her. "I missed you so much."
"Me too," I reply, the warmth emanating from her filling my bitter heart. My grandparents, Nicole Adams and her husband, Fredrick are the next best people who have helped in filling the space my parents left vacant when I was a kid. If it wasn't for them being white, I'm pretty sure people would've thought they were my biological parents with the way they treated me.
They still treat me like their own to this day.