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Parents

                       Trisha's POV

So, before I start my first day at school I thought why not tell you guys more about me.

Well I will tell you everything as my story will proceed but right now I wanna tell you about the most important people of my life. My Parents.

Lucky me, I have two sets of them.One is not with me in flesh but yes always in my memories and the other one is cool and lively.

Let's start with the one who brought me into this world, my biological parents.

My biological parents were Mr and Mrs Sharma - Raman Sharma and Priya Sharma. I call them Papa and Maa. They were very lovely and caring. The best parents you can have. Not too strict, all cool, teaching you the rights and wrongs and telling you about your rights.

They were a very lovely couple.They had a love marriage. They met via a common friend and fell in love and got married.

Papa was a chef and Maa was in accounting field. My mom had a cousin, my mamu(maternal uncle) who lives one hour drive away from here, Mr Ajit kumar. He was the one who convinced Papa and Maa to move to Beverly Hills, California. He has business here. Papa got a job in a hotel and mom applied in a firm when the shifted here. Ajit mamu also helped them in settling.

So, my papa sold his house in India and came here. I have never seen my paternal grandparents. They died when Papa was 22. So, Papa had no one to leave behind but yes mom had to leave her mother(my nani- maternal grandma) and her younger brother.

Papa and Maa started working here and bought a house right next to the Cooper's. And like any other good citizens, the Cooper's helped my parents to unpack and settle down. That's how they knew each other.My maa's cousin helped too. Maa told me that she was very close to Ajit mamu. She was his favorite cousin according to Maa and Ajit uncle checked out the story.

Everything was fine for 2-3 years and then I happened, I mean came to this world. Meaning I was accidentally conceived. Papa and Maa wanted to properly settle down before starting a family but what can I say. God had other plans.

Coincidentally mom( Mrs Cooper) was pregnant too. Amanda was born one month before me. She was born on October 16th and I was on November 15th. So we have a difference of only a month between us.

Dad(Mr Cooper) was Maa's doctor. Maa had some complications while having me and Dad(Mr Cooper) told her not to take any stress anymore means no work, no going to office. Maa had to leave her work and stay at home to keep for my sake.

This created a bigger problem. The whole burden fell on papa. Maa's medicines, my care and everything. Maa started to feel sad and depressed. So, they decided to move back to India when I was almost 2. Papa thought it would be good for Maa to be with my nani(maternal grandma). It will help her to relax and have a fresh start.

But the turning point where my parents' friendship became concrete was when papa saved mom and Amanda. Both dad and papa had told me this story. I don't know exactly how but there was fire and mom fainted. Fortunately papa was home early that day to take care of Maa as it was her eighth month. So papa first saved mom and then went upstairs to get Amanda out of the house. The fire was not that severe but it damaged the living area and kitchen.

So maa and papa offered the Coopers to stay at their house for few days till their house was repaired. After that they became vey close friends.

After we came back to India, Cooper's were continuously in touch with us. In India my nani(maternal grandma) helped my parents to be financially stable. Papa got a job in a hotel and mom stayed at home to take care of me.

Papa worked really hard and after few years they opened a diner and then after 2 years converted it into a mini hotel. Papa and Ma's brother used to manage it and now only mamu manage it.

Cooper's came to meet us few times and we were connected via calls and video chats.

Then the accident happened and after that the Coopers adopted me. Well my parents made them my godparents. My parents had named the hotel to me so I will be it's legal owner when I will turn 18. Till then my uncle is managing it but I still get 30 % of the income generated every month.

I told dad to use it but he and mom refused to do so. I remember their exact words - "You are our daughter just like Amanda. We don't need money from you to raise you. Save it for your future self." But I still insisted to put the money at some good cause. So, part of the money goes to an NGO in India. Papa and Maa always used to tell me how it is our duty to help the needy ones as much as we can. So I donate the money in their memories.

Now let's talk about the parents who are bringing me up. My adopted parents. I don't like to call them that. Even they hate it. They mean to me same as my maa and papa.

George and Lily Cooper - my cool parents. Dad is a doctor, a gynecologist to be precise and mom work at legal firm. They both are really amazing. They are not just good parents but good human being too.

I remember how shattered I was when Maa and papa died but they did everything in their power to cheer me up. I became a little normal after 2 months. They are really so great. I mean adopting your friends' daughter and raising her that also when she lived in a different country, hell in a different continent.

They never made me feel like I am not their own. Always standing right next to me. Helping me cope up with my grief. Getting me ice creams to cheer. They never make me feel that I am adopted or I am not exactly a Cooper. They do everything for me.

Dad and papa are quite similar. They both taught me to be kind to others and help the needy ones. My maa was an independent lady. I remember how she used to help dad with the finance in the hotel. Similar to her, mom is independent too. She is a working women whose raising two daughters and with great care I must say.

Maa and papa did everything for me, provided everything I needed or asked. Same goes with the Coopers. They try their best to get me and Amanda everything we demand. Amanda and I are not that demanding though. I mean why should we. We get what we want even without asking.

After my parents death I was very sad but God/ Bhagwan ji had his grace on me and he gave me the Coopers.

I love all four of them. They mean the world to me.

Yes, there are times when I miss Maa and Papa but I am lucky to have mom and dad who love me like their own.