Kimora woke up to the sound of classic music. She looked around the room she was in quizzically before she clasped her head in her hands, feeling nervous about where she was. Suddenly the door opened and Christopher walked in. Seeing him, Kimora moved back, curling herself up in the corner of bed, looking frightened.
“Please not tonight.” she said, as Christopher came closer. “I don’t want you touch me, please.”
“It is okay.” Christopher told her. “I just came to see how you are doing Kimora.”
“Kim…Kimora. Who is Kimora?” She stammered
“You are Kimora….”
“No, my name is Ginger.” Kimora said, looking distressed.
“Your name is Kimora Delano. I know you. You are my cousin.” Christopher told her.
“Cousin? What is that?”
“A cousin is like a sibling. So in some way, I am your brother.”
