From Orphan To Heiress

a's

the mailwoman?" someone called out from behind as I turned around to see my foster dad. He appeared to be returning home, but lost in my misery, I hadn't noticed. "Hey," I responded, trying to hold back tears. "Are you lost?" he asked, looking confused and it dawned on me that he didn't recognize me. "I don't think so, Dad," I replied, noticing his confused expression. "Kayla?" he questioned, clearly confused. I quickly ran up to him and gave him a hug. "You've changed a lot, Kayla," he managed to say as I hugged him tightly, crying. "I know dad," I responded as I pulled away from the hug. "You don't look okay, Kayla. What's wrong?" he asked gently, sensing my distress. I wanted to say something, however the tears didn't let me. "Let's go inside," he suggested, realizing I wasn't ready to talk about it just yet as I nodded in response. Entering the house brought back a flood of childhood memories and I found it amusing how very little had changed since then. Just then, a buzzing sound interrupted my nostalgic thoughts. I turned towards the source and noticed a stairlift carrying my foster mum down. Seeing her on it was confusing because she was only in her early 60s. My foster dad had returned with a cup of coffee but then noticed me watching her. She had earphones in and didn't even notice us since she wasn't looking in our direction. "What happened to Mum?" I asked, concerned. "Arthritis," he replied. "Come on, take a seat." He set the coffee down on the table but just as I was about to sit, my foster mum called my name. "Kayla? Is that really you?" I quickly ran to her and gave her a warm hug. "Oh, finally you have some meat on your bones," she teased, which made me happy to hear someone who wasn't disgusted by me. "Isn't that a bit much, Mum?" I managed to respond. "Just a little," she nodded, smiling. "He's not worth your tears Kayla." Those were the words of my f