The rise of the forgotten blood

"Morning, Dad!" Emily said cheerfully, her face beaming with smiles as her father emerged down the stairs clad in his shirts and trousers neatly tucked with shiny black Tomford shoes.

"Morning sunshine, all ready for school yeah? " Mr Carter asked his daughter as he always loved to see her radiant face in the morning. At least she lit up his day, disregarding the fact that he was always at the hospital and barely had time to take care of her.

"Yes, but Alice says you didn't have dinner last night; I still have much time before school, so we can wait to have breakfast because I'm actually really famished," Emily said, smiling as she cleared the dining table and pulled out a chair for her father to sit on.

Tom had no choice because he knew there was no convincing his daughter; he reluctantly had his seat, staring at Emily as if she was punishing him.

"You know, Dad, you always told me when I was little, My sunshine, you have to eat well so the worms won't eat your belly up and cause you to have an ulcer, mum wouldn't like that and that is exactly what I'm applying here; Mum wouldn't want you to get ulcer either, right mum? "Emily stated as she faced her mum's photo that hung on the dining wall smiling.

She was always like that and she made Tom's heart melt whenever she spoke to her mother as if she was alive. To Tom, Emily was the strongest girl he ever met, not because she was his daughter but because she was a fighter.

Emily survived a ghastly accident that took her mother's life and left her in a coma when she was just three.

A lot of people thought she wouldn't make it, but she did after three years of being in a coma and, in fact, with all her neurological senses intact, something the medical field has never experienced a miracle.

Those days were the darkest for Tom, but when his daughter woke up, he could remember that feeling of hope that came over him, that rush of happiness; she brought back light into his life; she was his sunshine.

Emily restored everything dead in Tom back to life; so many years had passed, and she grew up quite well.

Emily was the exact replica of her mother, she had hazel brown eyes, ivory skin, a sharp-turned nose, and thin lips that exposed her perfect set of glistening white teeth whenever she smiled. She was a beauty with brains just like Racheal.

"Breakfast is ready to be served, Miss Carter! " Alice, their old housekeeper, said from the kitchen.

"Coming... I'll be right back, Dad," Emily said as she gave her father another soothing smile before heading toward the kitchen for food inspection.

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"Bye, love you, Dad," Emily said as she kissed her father goodbye before rushing down the car frantically on sighting her best friend.

"Beth! "