Then she heard the doorbell. Probably her step-grandparents, uncles, and aunts. She tiptoed to stare at them from the balcony leading to her room.
"Mom!" Allen hugged the young, fancy woman. She is as young as Mom.
"I told you--- I told you not to get married to an ølder woman and now you are a widøwer," she cried.
"Stop it! Why put the blame on him?" the elderly man said, obviously his father.
"Allen, I am sorry you løst her," the little girl said.
"I hope that is not his sister. If so, she will be my step-aunt," Kaylee's body screamed.
"What about Anne?" Allen asked.
"Still unloading the items she brought!" his mother replied, then she walked and sat on the sofa, as did the others.
"What is she unloading?" Allen asked curiously.
"Her belongings," the little one said.
"Jeez, Mom! How could you let her?"
"What? She said she wanted to give you care by living with you," his mother replied.
"Are you kidding me? I can barely take care of the brat I have and you want to bring another?"
"Who is he calling a bràt? I hope it is not me," Kaylee muttered.
"Oh, that's true. How is your dàughter?"
"Omo! My niece," the little one said.
"If I slàp her, she doesn't know me yet," Kaylee lamented from the corner.
"Oh, she is dàmn fine and she is gonna rìp you apart if she hears you call her that," Allen said.
"Aww! Is she that bàd?"
"Wørst."
"Am I bàd? Jeez, why is he ruining my image?" Kaylee almost said out loud. She was dêpressed.
The door opened, and a young girl of Kaylee's age came in with the biggest trolley backpack Kaylee had ever seen.
"OMG, I ain't letting that one live here," Kaylee muttered, almost losing control.
"Oh brother, I am so sorry, so sorry for your loss. How is my niece coping?" She hugged Allen.
"Niece again??" Kaylee was burning with anger.
"Don't call her your niece!" Allen fired back. "And what is this luggage for?"
"I am moving in!"
"Take those words back!"
"Brother! Don't throw me out in the streets like Mom and Dad did."
"Mom and Dad threw you out in the street?" Allen questioned.
"I can't keep yelling every day. I don't want to die young," their mother interjected. "Well, where is my grandchild?"
"Mother! Please stop. She hasn't accepted me yet as her father. I doubt she would want to see any of you! You'll see during the burial!" Allen explained.
"And who said I wouldn't want to see my grandparents?" Kaylee was done controlling her mood. He is really ruining her image, and she won't let it be! "Welcome, Grandma, Grandpa, and all of you."
Allen's eyes widened in shock.
"Brother, do you want your eyes to pop out?" Anne asked.
"Hello," Kaylee said to Anne.
"Hello, niece!" Anne replied.
"Hello, niece!" the little one shouted.
Kaylee felt a jolt of anger.
"Cute little one, how old are you?" Kaylee asked.
"I am Jennifer, and I'm 10."
"I am far older than you. Call me Aunty or Unni!" Kaylee yelled. "And you, how old are you?" she asked Anne.
"Ahh! You expect me to tell you so you can compare? That won't happen!"
"Well, it's obvious I am older now. So if you don't want to be thrown on the streets, you better answer me."
Kaylee gave Allen a stern look and walked out.