FOURTEEN YEARS LATER
I glided happily down the hallway and into my daughter's room. She was turning fourteen today and I was so f*****g happy.
Isla was born nine months after I found out I was pregnant. I named her Isla on honour of Isla the sprite. Who had given up her life so we could have hers.
I opened her door slowly. I wanted to surprise her and be the first to wish her a happy birthday.
It looked like she was asleep. I giggled. Even better. I approached the bed slowly, tiptoeing until I got there.
I pulled the cover away gently only to find her bed empty. A cold hand touched my exposed shoulder and I screamed in fright.
Isla was standing behind me laughing while Aadavan was trying to hold back his chuckle.
"You scared me to death" I scowled at her.
"Your face was so f*****g
