Today was one of the best days of my life. It also turned out to be a very emotional day as well. Today, I met David’s mother, Isabella. Isabella is my great, great, great, granddaughter. Next to me, she is the oldest known relative that I have.
When David showed up with Isabella, it took me back 160 years ago. I could have sworn that Isabella was my baby girl, Emily. The resemblance was breathtaking.
Isabella was very polite. She was also very shy. She did, however, seem genuinely interested in my life. She wanted to know about the spell that Helga had put on me because she had heard so many stories about it, growing up. She found it very exciting to hear that the stories about the spell were true. She always thought they were just a fabrication to possibly make our family more unique than others.
“I do wish we could have met much sooner,” said Isabella.
I told her I did wish that too. I explained to Isabella that I had searched for any trace of our family for years and had always come up empty-handed. I told her how I cried myself to sleep for years because I couldn’t find any trace of Emily or Joshua.
Isabella was in her early 50’s and she told me how she married a very successful lawyer, Stephen. Her and Stephen always wanted more children but she did only get pregnant the once and that resulted in David.
“Stephen and I are so proud of David,” boasted Isabella. “He is going to have a bright future ahead of him.”
I asked Isabella about her mother, Georgette. Georgette passed away about five years ago from cancer. She was 70 years old. Georgette was married to Thomas, who was a clerk at a posh hotel. Isabella had a twin sister but the twin died at birth. Thomas passed away one year after Georgette. Some say he died of a broken heart because the two were inseparable.
I was very pleased meeting Isabella. She promised her and David would both visit me again, soon.