Every Christmas back home, my parents would throw a big party. Father would go as far as to get the biggest tree that he could, and we would enjoy ourselves decorating it--but I was only tall enough to put ornaments on the very bottom so he'd hold me up as high as he could. I always thought he was very tall... but now, I am not certain.
Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. My parents, the guests... My favorite part was showing off the new dress that mother would pick out for me.
One man in particular, each year I remember very clearly. He was a large man, in height and muscle. His neatly-groomed hair was grey, so I'd assumed he was older than my father. His small eyes were a pale blue, and he had a very distinctive smile... It was warm. But a little crooked, like someone who has a funny sense of humor and laughs a lot.
He would always kneel down to my height, unlike everyone else who looked down on me. He'd give me sweets, too! He always complimented me, and it was sincere, you could see in his face. Every year, he'd ask me to dance before I'd have to go to bed. It made me so happy.
And then we left to come here. I never saw him again, naturally; I've never seen any of them. I'd thought him to be a family friend, probably of my father's.
Our family was split apart after Kain's birth. What happened exactly, to this day I still don't understand. Our Christmases were... empty, from then on. Only half of the puzzle remained, why would it be complete?
When I...I met Grant, for the first time. He reminded me of that man. It wasn't him, there's no way it were possible--that man likely died when Grant was still young. However, the feeling remained. Maybe that's why I was secretly very fond of him. Of course... he'd been taking care of my brother, so I was as it were eternally in his debt.
I feel so sad. It isn't only Grant's death, it's... everything. I don't know what to do. I don't want to think about these missing years, but it all returns back to them. What happened? Not just to me, but to my brother especially. To my son now grown, and my husband. These people who mean the most in the world to me, was there ever a chance that we could be happy together as a true family? Or is Kain right, that happy endings are only for fairy tales?
As it looks right now, this Christmas will be a very sorrow-filled one.
Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. My parents, the guests... My favorite part was showing off the new dress that mother would pick out for me.
One man in particular, each year I remember very clearly. He was a large man, in height and muscle. His neatly-groomed hair was grey, so I'd assumed he was older than my father. His small eyes were a pale blue, and he had a very distinctive smile... It was warm. But a little crooked, like someone who has a funny sense of humor and laughs a lot.
He would always kneel down to my height, unlike everyone else who looked down on me. He'd give me sweets, too! He always complimented me, and it was sincere, you could see in his face. Every year, he'd ask me to dance before I'd have to go to bed. It made me so happy.
And then we left to come here. I never saw him again, naturally; I've never seen any of them. I'd thought him to be a family friend, probably of my father's.
Our family was split apart after Kain's birth. What happened exactly, to this day I still don't understand. Our Christmases were... empty, from then on. Only half of the puzzle remained, why would it be complete?
When I...I met Grant, for the first time. He reminded me of that man. It wasn't him, there's no way it were possible--that man likely died when Grant was still young. However, the feeling remained. Maybe that's why I was secretly very fond of him. Of course... he'd been taking care of my brother, so I was as it were eternally in his debt.
I feel so sad. It isn't only Grant's death, it's... everything. I don't know what to do. I don't want to think about these missing years, but it all returns back to them. What happened? Not just to me, but to my brother especially. To my son now grown, and my husband. These people who mean the most in the world to me, was there ever a chance that we could be happy together as a true family? Or is Kain right, that happy endings are only for fairy tales?
As it looks right now, this Christmas will be a very sorrow-filled one.
