The Princess With The Jet Black Hair

Chapter 14

The couple slowly approached Emily.

The woman was absolutely stunning. She is probably two heads taller than Emily and everything about her was just perfect. Her hair was pale blonde and her eyes were purple in colour, an eye colour that Emily had never seen a human possessed. Frightening, but also elegant on a whole.

However, the man next to her looked menacing. He was much taller than Jai, in fact, he will probably make Jai look shorter than he actually was. His hair was till his broad shoulders and the colour of his hair is just like hers... Jet black. His body was huge and as he approached Emily, he clearly dwarfed her.

Finally, they were just in front of her.

Before she could say anything, the woman pulled her in for a hug. "My child." She called out softly.

That phrase just shot her heart.

"Mom...?" Emily breathed out in her quivering voice. She was uncertain if that woman was indeed her mother, but yet she felt as if she already knew the answer.

The woman released her and looked straight into her eyes. She could already tell the woman was already about to break into tears, which she could only assume as tears of joy. "Yes, Emily?"

This is her Mother.

Patricia had always provided lots of love and care for her. So much that she swore that she didn't really bother much about her birth parents. But, somehow, now knowing that her parents were just in front of her, she couldn't help but to feel happy.

Tears just filled Emily's eyes. She couldn't help but to cry. Seeing that, her mother started crying as well while saying, "I was hoping everyday to see you and now that you're here, I'm really happy." Emily was pulled in for a second hug.

Those words just shattered her heart. She always thought that her parents were heartless people, but now that she met them, she was filled with guilt.

"Look, this was supposed to be a happy day. So, you two should stop crying." The man behind them stated. Her mom let go of her and replied, "Well, I can't help it. Anderson, you should say hi to our Daughter, since she already here."

The man approached her with a serious look on his face, "Hi, I'm you Father... If you haven't figure that out." He said it in a very monotonous voice.

Emily stood there awkwardly for a moment as she wiped her tears, before she saying, "Um... Hi, dad."

The word 'dad' made the man flustered but he quickly regained his composure.

So, this is her... Father.

They stood there in silence. Awkward silence.

"You are hopeless, aren't you?" Her mom sighed, "You can't stop talking about her a few minutes ago, and now she's right in front of you, you just can't say anything."

Her mom walked towards her and grabbed both her hands, "Sorry, he's a really hopeless, awkward and antisocial man. Forgive him, okay?" Those words just dragged his ego down, but sadly it was pretty much the truth.

Afterwards, they had breakfast together with the others. That was one great feast, everything just tasted so good. Except there fact that she didn't know what cutlery to use. There many different ones, which she can only grouped them together into three groups and labelled them as forks, spoons and knives.