Part 3

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Sakura was now in Michael's arms in tears and

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Sakura was now in Michael's arms in tears and

wouldn't let go. It was either she was in shock or she

wanted to be in his arms. Maybe it was a little bit of

both. He mother never really did hold her only when

people were in eyesight and when she was abused by

a "mystery" person.

"Shh...Shh. It's okay. It's okay." Michael said holding

her too and rubbing her back.

He was just as emotional as her when it came to what

just happened. He saw his child for the first time for

first time in around ten years. TEN YEARS! He never thought he was going to see her again after knowing Jennifer's

ways. This may sound cruel and not Michael‐like to say but he was glad she was dead. She gave him back his child.

Michael tried to keep his composure but he couldn't. Sakura let go and looked at him straight in his eyes, ﴾or his

glasses since he put them back on.﴿ and said, "What have you been doing these past years?"

Michael caught his breath. That was the first time Sakura had spoken to him since he saw her. His eyes teared up

again. He put his hand on her shoulder ad toughened up for a minute to answer her question.

"I was touring and I wrote an album. I am going to start a tour in London next month. It is going to be my last set of

concerts." Michael said explaining.

"Didn't you try looking for me?" Sakura asked.

"I was looking for you. I just didn't know where to start. Knowing your mother, she hides pretty well. Since she had

stopped we found you." Michael said, "I looked up your name in files of birth certificates and you weren't there. I

looked up Serenity Hernandez and I found nothing.

I didn't know what your mother put you as. I tried hard Serenity. I did honestly."

Sakura was shocked. Her mother had gone that FAR so he couldn't find her. That was just selfish. Sakura frowned and

looked at Michael. He was broken, just like her mother was. Her mother drank for hours in a bar sometimes

forgetting her own name and Sakura's too. As she grew older she had sometimes refused to take care of her. If she

didn't remember her name why take care of her? SIMPLE LOGIC!

"Mr. Jackson, you have an hour so you can arrange this. You have rehearsals today." One bodyguard spoke up rather

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