Part 2My Five Year Old Self Bought a Dying Sister

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I sat by the hospital bed, cheerfully swinging my legs while munching on little cubes of apple that Ash had cut for me.

Wow.

This sister was so pretty, like a real-life doll.

If her original parents didn't want her, then she was mine now.

Happy!

Ash walked up to me and began his report.

"Little Miss, this is Callie Hart, the daughter of the wealthy Hart family, who was lost for eighteen years."

"She was only recently brought home, but the Harts don't exactly dote on her. She's been back for two months, and they haven't found the time to take her to change her legal name."

"Just yesterday, both of the Hart daughters had their birthdays. The Hart family gave all their household staff the day off, and the three of them flew out of the country, leaving Callie here alone."

The floating comments were furious:

["No time to change her name?" Please. The fake heiress, Gemma, sabotaged it every time.]

[Gemma even said the name Callie was good, and maybe it would help the Harts have a boy next.]

[If the name is so good, why doesn't Gemma take it? They shouldn't be called the Harts. They should be called The Nutcases.]

I didn't understand everything, but I recognized the last few words. I blurted them out.

"Nutcases!"

"A whole family of nutcases!"

Ash looked at me in astonishment. "Little Miss, where did you learn that word?"

I pointed at the floating text above his head, and Ash just looked confused.

He really was a dummy.

My fairy tales said only smart people could see things others couldn't. I could see the words, so I was the smartest!

The floating words realized I could see them and started greeting me.

[OMG, the little princess can see us!]

[So you saved the true heiress because you saw our comments? You are such a sweet, kind baby!]

[(Voice recording): How could the little princess read that? You have to send voice messages like me!]

Soon, the words turned into a chorus of voices, making me giggle uncontrollably.

Just then, the true heiress woke up.

I quickly climbed onto the bed and put my hand on her forehead.

Yes! Not hot anymore.

She looked at me, bewildered. "Am I... seeing an angel?"

She even pinched my soft cheek to see if I was real. As she pinched, tears started to fall.

Seeing her cry, my own little eyes immediately welled up, and I started to wail, too.

Ash stood there, completely overwhelmed by two crying girls.

Finally, after his frantic efforts to calm us down, we both stopped.

I sat at a little table, eating a tiny cake, while Ash explained the whole situation to the girl.

When he asked her if she would be my "doll" (my word, not his), a flicker of confusion crossed her face, but she nodded anyway.

The floating text laughed:

[True Heiress: I don't get it, but whatever the angel says, I'll do it.]