EXTRACT OF MY STORY "CHRISTIE AND SID"

“For God’s sake, just think about the kids.” Shouted Mr. Grint when Christie opened the door.
“I’ll take Anna and Mark with me. They are my kids.” Said Mrs. Grint with her hands folder. They were deep in conversation and obviously they haven’t noticed that Christie has reached home and was listening to them.
“Christie is your daughter too!” Mr. Grint said angrily.
“She isn’t my daughter. I only adopted her.” Said Mrs. Grint. Christie dropped the shopping bags. They fell down with a thud. Mrs. Grint turned around to find Christie there.
“Christie, go to your room.” Mr. Grint passed an order.
“I need to know what’s happening here dad. Am I not your daughter?” Christie asked her dad with tears in her eyes.
“Indeed you are his daughter. But, you aren’t mine. You are his first wife’s daughter.” Said Mrs. Grint. “Whatever it is, I don’t care. I’m taking my kids with me. Keep your daughter with you. You will be getting the divorce papers within a day or two. I am taking the custody of my son and daughter. I don’t need this girl.”
“Clara, Christie is your daughter too.” Mr. Grint said it slowly and turned away.
“She’s not!” shouted Mrs. Grint. “I had enough of this. I am leaving this place with my children. Don’t forget to sign the divorce papers and the papers regarding the custody of my children when they reach you. If you deny signing them, then it would cost you a lot.
“Mom, please don’t do this. Anna and Mark are my siblings too.” Cried Christie.
“ANNA! MARK!” Mrs. Grint called out. Both the kids came running out. “Pack you bags. We are going for a small vacation.”
“What about school?” enquired little Anna. “And why is Christie crying?”
“Stop asking questions. Pack your bags and I want you here in FIVE minutes.” She shouted. In five minutes, after packing the bags Anna and Mark left the house with their mom saying quiet good byes to their sister and dad.
“Dad?” Christie called out softly. “Isn’t she my real mom?”
“I am so sorry my daughter.” Lamented Mr. Grint. “Clara is your step mom. Your mom or rather my first wife died in childbirth with Cancer when you were born. It was then that I married Clara. Your mom’s younger sister. She was ready to adopt you as her child. I never told you this because I felt you needn’t know. But, I think I made a mistake.”