Misty
“Who is this?” my dad demanded.
“Daddy, it’s me, Dominique.”
“That’s impossible, my daughter is dead. And I find it reprehensible that you would call and play this cruel trick on me.”
“No, daddy, it’s really me. Your Domino.”
He gasped and I heard a thud.
“Daddy!” I screamed.
Hal and Gray looked alarmed.
“Hello, who is this?”
“Mom,” I choked. “Mom, it’s me Domino. I didn't die, I didn’t die,” I repeated.
“Domino? Is it really you?”
“Yes. I didn’t die mama, I was saved, and I lost my memory, but it’s back, and I remember.”
“OH MY GOD! DOMINO!” She screamed.
I sobbed a laugh. Hal used his thumbs to wipe my tears away, but it was no use, they just kept coming and coming.
“Where are you baby?” my mom said, and then, “Mel, wake up, our Domino is on the phone.”
“Domino?”
