The Black Swan's Final Revenge Pirouette: The 99th Game Was Mine All Along by Kylie Homme

Chapter 153

Chapter 153

Although it wasnt a barthday party, a simple gathering made him soar high in the sky, Zoe didn’t need any lavish, show off stuff to be happy. He felt valued and appreciated as we cautiously picked everything of his choice, his smal favorites in one place left him in awe.

He ran here and there like a lost puppy, touching different articles as if trying believe his eyes.

“Mommy, can I have this plushie?

Uncle, as this car mine?

Mommy, did you order strawberry sundae for me?“

And so on

This one gathering could never be compensating for Zee’s loss, Init it was a beginning. I had decided to show him how it was like to be a part of a warm home

We played and enjoyed ourselves all day long, swimming occasionally, Bright and Henry barbecued chicken and ribs for us. The unadulterated joy boomed Zoe’s cute face as be appeared happier, making me consider a long family vacation. Spending a week or two together could wash away the bitterness of the past for sure.

and went to track Zoe in bed at night, he loved to hear a bedtime story

you mentioned Jane’s yearly book earlier, I wish to show you something like that for

did he know that it had heen with me since his birth.

when I was in the clinic

birth’s celebration First

shown him this diary before, but I had to edit the word my dear baby from every occasion. My notes below every moment were full of rage for Melody and Leo. They snatched my baby from me, I was burning in the fire of revenge. But it wasn’t appropriate to

such sin

and a fance. There was nothing that I hadn’t in my possession as a woman. There was no use of those old hatreds, it was time to move on with my family.

was a hit hesitant, but the long recovery from attachment issues was hastened with a professional’s help. We visited

and began to see me as his real mother.

kissed me goodbye while leaving for

project with us. Drawing a family

my laptop in the evening when Jane and Zoe knocked at my son’s door.

come in,

attentive to see the charts in their hands, putting

completed