Papa...Uncle was my surgeon and I told him to watch over Mother. You called me your fallen angel because I was just that. Mother was engaged to Riley when she found out she was pregnant. She let him claim me but you and her both knew the truth. I remember you calling me that...even after Uncle failed to save me. You stood in the morgue, begging for me to come home...you said I had fallen to far this time.

My voice trailed off and I stood, pulling my shirt up to show the scar of the once fatal wound. That piece of steel from the car accident had pierced the lower part of my heart and I bled out on the table.

Uncle wasn't the same when he came back...he looked and smelled as he does now...he injected me with an almost pearl like liquid and the next thing I remembered was waking up looking like this. Uncle said he only gave me enough to heal and cure any illness...that if I had any powers, they forced my body to mature to stay alive. Please, papa...Uncle did this for you and Mother...yes, Uncle has made some mistakes but he went back to bring me back...this counts for something right?

I lowered my shirt and sat back down, my hand resting against his, the matching scars on our hands meeting perfectly. Papa tried teaching me how to cook...the knife won.