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had been mistaken. How could this be Sophia when her son was at least twenty years old?
    The woman’s eyes widened so wide her long, curving lashes nearly met her perfectly arched brows. Her hair glistened in the sun as black as mine and blew back from her wrinkle free face in wild, wavy tendrils. Her very full lips opened in an o of surprise. She reached up one olive toned hand to cover those lips. My eyes scanned over her…studying this woman in hopes of gaining an idea of who she was. I seen that she wore a white blouse that hugged her curves and small waist and a skirt of many colors blended together that reached nearly to her ankles. Black thong sandals clung to her perfectly pedicured feet.
    My eyes met hers again, raising my eyebrows in question, “What does my mother need to tell me?” I asked, blinking rapidly as I looked from her to my mother and back again.
    The woman lowered her hand as she studied me. A slow but gentle smile stretched across her face, “I’m so sorry for gawking,” She said, stepping forward studying me in a way that made me shift uncomfortably from foot to foot, “It’s just been so long since I’ve seen you. You were a baby.”
    I frowned as I looked at her still confused, “You were around me as a baby?” I asked still unsure this woman was Sophia though there was no one else around.
    She turned wide eyes back to my mother, “Fiona Anderson, you haven’t told her anything, have you?” She asked, shaking her head as she turned back to me with an exasperated sigh, “I helped your mother as her midwife while she was pregnant and when she gave birth. I was the first to hold you after your birth. I cared for you and it broke my heart when you left. I missed you as much as if you were my own child. The last time I seen you, you were a little over a year old. Now you are a beautiful young woman.”
    I frowned. I had assumed we had left Sophia and her family shortly after my birth but I had been with them for a full year. This woman had bonded with me. As ridiculous as it was, part of me felt ashamed that I could not remember her, “I’m sorry,” she said with the smile still planted on her lips. I was sure that she seen how uncomfortable I was and was trying to relieve me from feeling that way, “I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Sophia Brazil. I‘m your godmother and I also own this motor home park.”
    I looked around, seeing my surroundings for the first time. I was surprised that I hadn’t noticed before but I had been so deep in the conversation with Sophia that I had not looked beyond her and my mother.
    I looked around noticing that I stood in a large motor home park which seemed more like a small community than a temporary home. We were parked next to a field that was shaped like a large circle . A large pile of wood which would soon become a bonfire stood in the center. Children played within the field and laughter and music floated through the air. Picnic tables sat around the bonfire area. Many held people talking and eating. I looked beyond the field and saw that a vast forest surrounded it, traveling upward toward an unseen mountain top. There was something quaint about this place…something calming. I smiled as I turned back to Sophia, feeling very at ease.
    “It’s nice to meet you,” I said, wincing and waited for her response. All of the relaxation from a moment before faded as I hoped that her answer would not be the same one that I had gotten from her son. She frowned and then as if she understood what had happened, looked toward another motor home with narrowed eyes. Andre leaned against it watching his mother with fury reddening his face. My eyes widened as I turned back to Sophia wondering why he hated me so much.
    “Andre was rude to you, wasn’t he?” She asked and I blanched in response, looking down.
    “No,” I lied but when I looked back up at her, she was shaking her head.
    “You must excuse my son,” Sophia said, looking at me