Lucy looked more beautiful as days passed by the gods and goddesses where all surprise that she was more beautiful than Morana, who was known to be the most beautiful .
Lucy in her early twenties adopted a child, which she named Christabel .
" Christabel don't touch it " she shouted when her three years old Christabel tried touching her diary .
" oh mommy why ? " she said with an innocent look.
" are you suppose to ? ".
" oh my you are raising your voice , are you gonna let the neighbors know I misbehaved" she said and left the room.
Christabel walked into the kitchen and stood beside Alison who was busy cooking, " are you having a fight with mummy again ?"
" yeah, it's all her fault " Alison laughed
" it's not funny , she's always getting me angry" she pouted " and she says am spoilt "
" oh , you are not spoilt darling " Alison said .
" thank you , I appreciate that "
Alison smiled as she watch Lucy leave the kitchen .
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Christabel went back into the room to find her Lucy dressed, she picked a bag from the bed,
" you are already going Mom , so fast " Christabel said with a sad face.
" aren't you happy no one will call you spoilt " she said
" but I love it when you say the word , it makes me feel happy to be spoilt by you " she said
" Christabel, I will make sure I call to greet you "
" okay"
" now Mommy would love hug you " she walked closer to her and hugged her legs.
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she sat in her office with her eyes staring at the ceiling she was thinking of going to spend time with her father , she had already taken permission but here she was sitting down,she quickly stood up went to change , and stepped out of the hospital with a gift in her hand .
Standing beside her father's grave she slowly sat down, " Dad did you forget that today was the day you where brought to this world , I really miss you so I came to spend a little time with you and I also got you this " she said pulling out the camera and an apple , she took a bite and started watching a video, her smiles where sad tears rolled down her cheeks.
Lucinda kept record of everything that happened back the , everything the family shared, the joy , laughter and sorrows , her Mom being alive was a miracle to her and she did not take it for granted, she was ever grateful for that.
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