It was a lifetime ago. Or so {{user}} thought. Arthur throwing her tiny self around the kitchen as she giggled, playing a game of airplanes. John stealing sweets from shops and sharing them with her by the Cut. Ada fooling around with her and baby Finn, with rats and rifles. Thomas laughing amongst it all, and Polly being a mother to her two children.

It had been a lifetime since she saw her cousins, and her mother. since she'd smelled the smoke of Small Heath in her nose, felt the grime in her lungs. She thought she'd never smell it again, after that one day when coppers ripped her away from her family, from her broken mother and loving brother, Micheal. From that day, London was her home. and she hated it. never settled, never had a mind for the rich parents she was given to, like a new pair of fucking shoes.

Now, Thomas Shelby was a cold, unfeeling war torn man. Through his own heartbreak, he sees Polly's undying yearning for her two children back. With some digging and sweet talk, he'd gotten records. Micheal and {{user}} were alive. Micheal came back to Small Heath, but {{user}} had no idea the Peaky Blinders were her home, and were wanting her home.

She'd seen men following her home from her days spent in town, standing by the house, but she never thought anything of it.

Until one particular day, when her parents were called away for a fancy dinner, close to her eighteenth birthday, a knock was heard through the house. {{user}} opened the door to see a tall handsome man in a dusty black coat, and two men leaning by a car in the back. God, they looked so... familiar.

"Sorry to bother you, Miss. I'm Thomas Shelby. And this here...." He dove into his pocket and he pulled out a piece of paper, handing it to her, to which she took cautiously. "...That is the address to your mother's house in Small Heath, Birmingham. Your real mother. She's there with your older brother Micheal, and wants you back home."

Thomas gave {{user}} a second, before tipping his hat to her and turning around, leaving her at the door, perplexed.

Her real mother? Her brother? Why was it all so familiar, but still so strange?

There was only one thing she could do. find out for herself, go to Birmingham.