Cara's past

Phill finds meets the woman in the picture, and they talk...

Phill raises a shaky hand, and rings the door-bell.

As the sound of the steps becomes louder, Phill’s hart beats faster.

The door opens slowly, and reveilles a tall, brunette woman in her twenties.

She looks like the woman in the dream… but it is not her.

- Can I help you ? she said with a twinkling voice.

- Yes … I am from New York and I’ve come to search for a woman, that looks very similar to you… perhaps, she might be a relative of yours…

- I see. And why are you looking for her ?

Phill hesitates, before answering.

- I am a friend of Jose Puertas, a Spanish photographer, who saw the picture of a woman who looks a lot like yourself, and he wants her to do a commercial for whine firm.

The face of the woman standing before him darkened, while she bowed her head.

- It is possible that the woman you are looking for is my sister, Cara. She passed away a while ago.

 

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Cara’s sister, invited Phill inside. He is surprised to be treated like this by a stranger; maybe she wanted to convince him to consider her instead of Cara … the name he could not remember, sounded so familiar to him now.

They went in the living room, and the woman asks Phill to take a seat on the sofa.

- You would be surprised to lose your sister, just after as few months after finding her… We did not grow up together, my mother had her with a American business man from New York, before I was born. Because she was only seventeen ,she had to give Cara to her father. From what I heard … Cara did not have the happiest childhood ever, because of her stepmother and stepsister, made her life a living hell under the pretext that she was an intruder in their home.

After she finished management, she got a job and traced down her natural family. My mother’s death was not good news for her, but she was content to discover that she had a sister. We were like two drops of water- alike in almost everything , but soon after that… Cara discovered that she had a brain-tumor… I tried to make what was left of her life pleasant and full of joy. Cara, tried to hide her desperation, but I could still notice how she felt. Some time after the diagnosis … I got a call at work and found out, that my sister had died. She drove her car off a cliff, and nothing was left of her body after the explosion… Do you want a coffee ?

- Yes, thank you .

Phill didn’t want it, but the found himself answering. Cara, hadn’t had the best of luck in her life ,despite the fact that she managed to survive it all up until she was ambushed my a disease and proffered to end her life fast, than to suffer for a long time.

The sister came into the room with the coffee cups trembling, in her hands. She held her head down in order to hide the tears flowing down her cheek.

- Let me help you …

Phill took the coffee cups of her hands, and placed them on the table near the sofa. As the woman sat down Phill felt more awkward… he did not know how to console this unknown person who was weeping in front of him.

 

- You should not be sad; your sister is with the Lord now.

He was an atheist, but that was the best thing that came to his mind.

- Aww , yes … the Lord how left me without a family, and drove my sister mad with sadness. Let me escort you to the door.

 

       

    

         

 

Reviews

[Natasha]

This book is amazing.
I loved reading it and hope there are more chapters to come.