2 2-Forgotten Past

FLASHBACK-Third Person POV

"What are we going to do?"

"I don't know Camille, they can't find her!"

"But Tony, she's our daughter! We can't just leave her! She only a baby."

"I know baby, don't cry please. We will watch over her just not as her parents. We can still love her, hold her, see most of her first but most importantly watch her become a beautiful woman."

"I know, I just, it is going to be really, really hard. I know it's for the best, but I had hoped there was another way."

"I know, her safety is what matters. And this is the only way she will be safe from them."

"Come on, they are waiting for us."

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"We can not thank you enough for taking her in Allison, we know you will do your best."

"Tony, this is really going to be hard. I can not even believe I agreed to do this. I don't know how to raise a her the way she needs to be."

"Just raise as you would your own. That's all either of us can do. I have taken care of all the paperwork to make it looks like a legal adoption. I know it will be hard, but I also think it will help you heal and save my daughter also. She is safer with you as her mother."

"Tony is right. Our daughter will be safer with you, Allison, we trust you and only you with our little girl. Please keep her safe. We will keep in touch but she can never know that we are her parents."

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"Happy Birthday 10th Birthday Sweet Girl!" My mother always wakes me up on my birthdays. She says it's because I am special. I am not sure what makes me so special. I am a nobody. No one ever talks or plays with me, even on my birthdays. I am just glad that today is Saturday and I don't have school, I hate having them on school days. The kids always make fun of me, last year it was on a Friday and they decided that my blonde hair needed to be change to neon green. So the poured neon green dye in a bottle of shampoo and gave it to me as a present. It spelled really good so I decided to use it that night and come the morning my hair was the brightest green I have ever seen. So I chose not to make a big deal of my birthdays anymore.

"Blair! Come down for breakfast" my dad calls from down the stairs. "it's PANCAKES!" Yay! my favorite! I love pancakes. I know it's America's favorite food, but it is seriously it is my weakness. Right now anyways. I love my mom's pancakes, she always puts cinnamon in them and she always makes them for my birthday breakfast.

Running down the stairs with a grin that travels ear to ear I bump into my dad almost making him spill his morning coffee. Thank the goddess I didn't because I'd be in big trouble if I did. I get my love for coffee from my dad. Than man loves his coffee like an addict loves their choice of drugs.