My Sister's Gift
Description
Im Yoona is the closest definition to perfect. She has grown up to be an independent woman. She strives to live life without the influence of others. Not relying on family and friends and vice versa, Yoona is all business.
But what happens when tragedy strikes, leaving her as the sole guardian of her young niece. Will she be able to create a loving environment for her niece as well as achieve her own personal goals?
What happens when a love interest appears? Will the perfect and strong Im Yoona be able to learn how to love? To break down her personal barriers?
But most importantly, will Im Yoona be able to cherish her sister's last gift to her?
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My first ever fanfiction. I came with this idea randomly. Hopefully I'll be able to make this story work. Please feel free to leave behind comments/suggestions! They'll be much appreciated! ^^
Foreword
*At the gas station"
Yoona's POV
What am I going to do? Seriously Hyoyeon unnie?!? You left me in charge of your daughter???? I barely even know how to hold a baby... Aish.
*CREAK!* *SKID* "WATCH OUT!" *CRASH*
What the ****?!
The loud noises awaken me from my thoughts. I take in my surroundings and notice another car has crashed into my own parked one. I take in the intitial damage of the scene.
It's not that serious, only a dent. The car is fine and it's not like I have anything important in it.
I quickly make my way to other car, but a nagging thought keeps bothering me.
What is it now, oh intelligent brain?! ... OMG!!!! THE KID?!?!?!
i quickly dash to the back seat of my car and hurriedly open the door.
Thankfully, she is still fast asleep in her car seat. She is far off in dream as she smiles and softly snores in her sleep. I smile and 'heave a sigh of relief.
"Oh my god I am so sorry!" saids a voice from behind me.
I turn around quickly to only come face to face with a gorgeous tan-skinned beauty....
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