MAYBE, PROBABLY.

MAYBE, PROBABLY!

WHERE!

Veronica May Hart was adored.

It was no lie, or a yet a fact that people were oblivious too. Elle and Robin Hart had always desired and longed for a daughter. Maybe it was that because Robin himself didn't know what a sisters love was like and didn't want his sons to be deprived of the loving, carefree and extremely affectionate bond one had with his sister. As they effectively tried for a daughter, they were blessed with two small, undeniably handsome and precious bundle of joys who filled the Hart household with ebullience and contentment. As the boys grew up to be the most beautiful toddlers, matching their fathers charisma and charm, Elle Hart couldn't help but hope for a daughter. A girl who would look like her but would have her fathers empathy and a courage like her own. As another year passed and Elle Hart yet again expected another child, Robin Hart silently aspired for a daughter, he knew this was his last chance for a sweet little daughter as he and his wife had always wanted a small, cozy family.

Every single second of his life, on every breath that expired his mouth he prayed for a daughter. Until it became true. Until the shrill, loud, screechy cries of a girl filled the hospital room. Elle Hart cried tears of joy while Robin Hart's happiness had no mount. He danced around the room, almost buoyantly, spinning his eldest of five years in his arms as the youngest—perhaps now the middle child—was all cuddled and nestled against his grandfathers chest. As the little girl was held by her mother, all the family gathered around her, yearning for just a look. It was like she was a royalty and maybe she was as she was to be the only daughter of Robin and Elle. Her wet wavy hair which were to be curly was brown, with little bronze streaks shining almost splendidly.

Her blue eyes were like crystal, the ocean brimming with sun rays as it rose from the other side of the earth. Her eyes illuminating different hues. They were big and wild as a doe, as her pouty lips, which seemed full and red turned into a huge smile as her small, infant hand reached for her mothers face. Everyone cooed. This girl was to be everyone's joy and light, taking them out of their dark ways and lighting them up with what could be calm and an affection, one at that which couldn't be ignored.

As Veronica Hart started growing up, her name turned into Roni. All her childhood and her teenage years she was shielded and protected. The men in her life wanted to shelter her from every harm in this world. Unlike her brothers, she was timid, small and didn't have the strength to be outspoken. While her brothers and her friends were getting drunk at a random high-school party she sat at her book nook, a book in her hand enjoying the quiet of the house. Veronica hated being babied. She hated how everyone thought she was some fragile angel who needed their protection and aid.