CHAPTER TWO

Uncle Jackson transported her to the location following the placement of Mary's remains in the mortuary.

It was an expansive gate of considerable size.

She had not previously encountered one of such magnitude and sturdiness.

After three minutes of persistent knocking, an individual finally peered through the gate aperture and inquired, "Who are you?"

"Is my father around?".

The man was confused. "Father?".

"Andrew Anderson is his name. Tell him that his daughter is here".

He gasped. "Boss doesn't have a daughter ".

"Tell him that Mary Stephen's child is here".

The gentleman closed the gate aperture firmly and in something that looked like two minutes, he opened the gate.

A smile adorned her face as she entered the premises, shouldering her bag.

She proceeded to follow a woman attired as a maid into a sizable residence, prompting her curiosity about its possible status as a mansion.

Observing her surroundings with enthusiasm, she trailed the maid through the house.

Upon reaching the door, she found a group awaiting her arrival, including a distinguished man in his early forties, a woman, and three boys who appeared older than her.

To her dismay, their reaction was not one of excitement but rather evident shock.

She grinned and waved at them. "My name is Rosa Anderson. My mother was gunned down so I decided to come here".

"You told the security guard that you were my daughter...". Andrew said,nearly out of breath.

"Yes dad".

The stern looking man exchanged glances with his wife.

"Uncle Jackson said that there is something they call DNA test. It will help you find out if I am your biological daughter". She shrugged.

The supposed Andrew's wife slapped him.

Tears of pain filled her eyes as she glared at him. "I can see the resemblance between you and that girl! You truly cheated on me, you bastard!!!".

"I only did that once and I never did it again". He defended.

"What difference does it make?".

Rosa went on her knees and held the woman's leg. "I know you hate him because of me but I can be a good daughter. I can cook, I can style good hair, I am good at tidying up too. I am also good in taekwondo too. My mother is gone. Don't turn your back on me".

The woman was shocked at Rosa. "You are a bastard child. Don't you get that?".

"What makes me a bastard? I know my father and mother".

The eldest son, approximately fifteen years old, raised his hand in aggression towards Rosa, who skillfully intercepted and restrained his hand.

In response, the distressed boy elicited a groan, prompting his mother to intervene with a stern inquiry directed at Rosa.

Rosa sobbed. "I want a full family like this. A dad, mum and three brothers in a beautiful house. I promise to teach my brothers taekwondo...".

"They are not your brothers!!!". The woman fired back.

As Rosa poised to injure herself, Andrew Anderson intervened, "Why are you trying to hurt yourself?".

Rosa, determined to convince them enough, feigned a sob. "I am the daughter of a prostitute. I have no right to live".

"You have every right to live because it is not your fault!". It was Andrew's wife. She looked worriedly at her. "You are just a victim of circumstances. You are welcome here, okay? I had intentions of adopting a female child. Fortunately, you are biologically a Anderson ".

Rosa gasped. "Are you accepting me as your daughter?".

The woman winced. "When is your birthday?".

She gasped.

Her deceased mother never celebrated her birthday.

"October 20, I will be ten years old".

"Two days time?We will celebrate it! You have nothing to worry about ". The woman assured her.

Rosa hugged the woman .

A new mother, a new family, a new life.

Intentionally, she was going to forget everything that had hurt her in the past.