Twenty-Eight – Tasty Mess.
Someone was shouting at the top of their lungs. Stephanie turned to her side. Someone yelled for a spatula, then someone yelled for sugar.
Stephanie threw her pillow to her ears, wondering why someone would want a spatula and sugar in a hospital.
Where the nurses baking snacks for some patients? If so, where they baking it in her room?
She felt the squishiness of the pillow she had over her head and she sprang up, staring around the room.
Of course, she was in her room at home, with her own squishy pillow and her twins sisters yelling in the background.
The nosiest humans she had ever met those two. But she was grateful she had them
When she had been adopted to the loving home, the couple had no children but years later, her mom had twins.
Other homes might have mistreated the adopted child but not her parents. They called her the miracle that made them get babies and loved her till she almost forget she was adopted.
