About a year later...

I have led a normal life. After a couple of months, Abigail became 'mom' and my father married her. She had long since been 'mom' to her orphaned sister and now I was her daughter along with Katherine

I was 8 months old. My parents were teaching me how to walk."C'mon baby," everyone encouraged me. "It's okay to fall a couple of times before you get it." I got up and walked for about ten seconds before falling again. This went on for hours. Abigail and my father had gotten married exactly 6 months ago. Katherine learned to call him 'dad' and call me 'sis'. Being a 2-month old at the time of the change, I adjusted to it the quickest. Everyone was surprised when I started to walk for a minute without falling. I was finally getting the hang of it. I stomped, jumped and fell. I laughed at the latter. Maybe I shouldn't push it. I got up and walked towards the cabinets and opened the knife drawer.

"Oh no you don't," I was quickly pulled back by my dad.

"What do you say about those child-proof cabinets now, Jeff?" He dismissed her worries with a wave of his hand. 

"Relax, she'll be fine." Jeff was always looking for the bright side to everything. "C'mon," he said, "it's a beautiful day today. Let's go to the park."

After everyone was bundled up, we walked to the park. Yes, we. I walked now.

~6 months later~

I was 1 1/2. We had been walking in the park when I got tired and my dad lifted me up onto his shoulders.  "Look daddy," I yelled as I pointed. He grimaced at the shrieking by his ear. "Aren't the flowers pretty," I quietly cooed.

"She always did love cherry blossoms," Abigail laughed. 

"Quick," dad chirped, "grab one while mamma isn't lookin'." I picked a flower and she stared at me as I guiltily put it behind my back.

"Oh," she gave up, "might as well get a couple for Kat." With that, she snipped of a branch and we went home.