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Annabelle's First Thanksgiving With The Shorter Family.

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"I can't believe that you were able to talk me into this," said Peter Zeddton, a blonde male, who was driving a red car to a house that he has ever been to before. His wife, a blonde female named Nicole was showing him where he should go. Their 3 kids, the 4 years old brown haired Annabelle, the 3 year blonde male, Abraham, and the 2 years old blonde female Sarah, were in the back seat. They couldn't wait to get to where their father was driving them to.

"We should be there, soon. I wanted Annabelle to meet with her relatives, to see if they will accept her," said Nicole. For the past month, Nicole was trying to convince Peter that Annabelle has Shorter DNA. He was still having trouble believing that. How could a child found by Nicole when she was a baby be a Shorter? He was having trouble accepting that. Soon, they stopped at a blue house.

"Is that the house that the shorter family live?" asked Peter. He was looking at the house. Nicole could sense that he didn't want to go in. Nicole went out first, and than help Annabelle out of the car. Then, they saw a brown haired male wearing a brown coat come out of the house. It was cold outside.

"Who is that man, Mommy?" asked Annabelle. She walked to the back of the car and opened the truck. She took a glass square of brownies out of the truck. There was a second glass square of brownies still in the truck.

"That is your relative, Mick Shorter. He live in this house with his wife and 2 kids. The kids are a little older than you," answered Nicole. She walked to the right side of the car to invite her husband to spend some time with the Shorter family. she shouldn't have brother to do so.

"You can spend some time with these jews if you want to, but I'm going to spend time with my mother," refused Peter. He closed the door, and left Nicole and Annabelle with the Shorter family. The two walked to the door. Then, Mick hugged Nicole.

"It's nice to see you again, Auntie Nicole," said Mick. Then, he bended down to looked at Annabelle. He looked at her in her eyes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing in her eyes.

"Auntie Annabelle?" asked Mick. Nicole went passed him. Annabelle just smiled at him.

"I'm not an auntie. I'm a little girl with her mommy," said Annabelle. Mick could sense that Annabelle was telling him what she believe to be the truth.

"Come inside. My wife is making her soup. Let's get inside and closed the door to get warm," said Mick.

"OK," agreed Annabelle, as she followed Mick though the door and he closed it to keep the house warm. He looked at Nicole. He has some questions that he want an answer to. To be continued.