**4 years later...**
"Are we there yet?" Hollis asked.
"Almost," Blake said.
"You're excited to see Aunt Dezzie, aren't you?" I asked, turning around in the passenger upuan of our car. Hollis grinned eagerly from the backseat. Even though Desiree is six years older than her, they still get along well. Desiree enjoys watching over Hollis, and playing with her niece.
We were driving out to Dad's house for Christmas. The whole town was covered in a thick blanket of snow, and it was still falling. We soon came up to the driveway. Blake got Hollis out of her car seat, and she ran up the sidewalk to Grandma and Grandpa's house. I got out and opened the back car door, to get out the twins, Tristen and Blakely. Blake got Tristen out of her car seat, careful not to wake her from her sleep. I got Blakely out of his carseat, who was already wide awake. We carefully went up the sidewalk, to the already open door.
"Merry pasko kids," Dad said.
"Merry pasko Dad," I said. We got off our shoes and coats.
"Dezzie!" Hollis shouted She ran into the living room to her aunt. Tristen woke in Blake's arms and whimpered.
"Is Hera here yet?" I asked.
"I'm right here," she said, coming out of the living room. Her fiance, Daniel walked behind her. He smiled and waved. We all went to the living room, where Dad and Kara had set up the pasko tree, a beautiful pine puno that they'd gotten themselves. It was decorated in beautiful lights and delicate ornaments. A warm apoy was blazing in the fireplace.
Everyone gathered around on the couches, Dezzie and Hollis were playing on the floor, and talked about the taon and nakaraan ones, and how we'll celebrate the upcoming new year. This taon had been wonderful, Blake and I had had the twins, and Hera got engaged. Dad talked about when Hera and I were younger, and almost completely hated each other. We laughed.
"...I was sure you two would kill each other," he laughed. Of course now, Hera and I were good mga kaibigan and visited each other often. "When I'd first met Hera, I thought Irina would be happy to have a step-sister. Guess not," Dad said. I shrugged.
"I don't mind now, of course."
"Me neither," Hera agreed. Hollis furrowed her eyebrows, but didn't ask. We explained to her once how Hera was my step-sister, and Kara was my step-mother, but she didn't really understand. We didn't want to explain the part about my mother and siblings dying either. That'd be too much for a girl her age.
Then it was dinnertime. Dad pulled the dining room mesa into the kitchen, placing it up against the kusina mesa so that everyone would be able to sit. Everyone gathered around, and got their food, talking about fond memories and silly moments.
"Daddy?" Hollis asked. "How'd you meet Mommy?" Everyone smiled, eager to hear the story. Dad and Kara knew the whole story now, I'd eventually told them everything they didn't already know. Blake sighed in rememberance and looked at me.
"I met your mother in high school..." he began.
The end. :)
"Are we there yet?" Hollis asked.
"Almost," Blake said.
"You're excited to see Aunt Dezzie, aren't you?" I asked, turning around in the passenger upuan of our car. Hollis grinned eagerly from the backseat. Even though Desiree is six years older than her, they still get along well. Desiree enjoys watching over Hollis, and playing with her niece.
We were driving out to Dad's house for Christmas. The whole town was covered in a thick blanket of snow, and it was still falling. We soon came up to the driveway. Blake got Hollis out of her car seat, and she ran up the sidewalk to Grandma and Grandpa's house. I got out and opened the back car door, to get out the twins, Tristen and Blakely. Blake got Tristen out of her car seat, careful not to wake her from her sleep. I got Blakely out of his carseat, who was already wide awake. We carefully went up the sidewalk, to the already open door.
"Merry pasko kids," Dad said.
"Merry pasko Dad," I said. We got off our shoes and coats.
"Dezzie!" Hollis shouted She ran into the living room to her aunt. Tristen woke in Blake's arms and whimpered.
"Is Hera here yet?" I asked.
"I'm right here," she said, coming out of the living room. Her fiance, Daniel walked behind her. He smiled and waved. We all went to the living room, where Dad and Kara had set up the pasko tree, a beautiful pine puno that they'd gotten themselves. It was decorated in beautiful lights and delicate ornaments. A warm apoy was blazing in the fireplace.
Everyone gathered around on the couches, Dezzie and Hollis were playing on the floor, and talked about the taon and nakaraan ones, and how we'll celebrate the upcoming new year. This taon had been wonderful, Blake and I had had the twins, and Hera got engaged. Dad talked about when Hera and I were younger, and almost completely hated each other. We laughed.
"...I was sure you two would kill each other," he laughed. Of course now, Hera and I were good mga kaibigan and visited each other often. "When I'd first met Hera, I thought Irina would be happy to have a step-sister. Guess not," Dad said. I shrugged.
"I don't mind now, of course."
"Me neither," Hera agreed. Hollis furrowed her eyebrows, but didn't ask. We explained to her once how Hera was my step-sister, and Kara was my step-mother, but she didn't really understand. We didn't want to explain the part about my mother and siblings dying either. That'd be too much for a girl her age.
Then it was dinnertime. Dad pulled the dining room mesa into the kitchen, placing it up against the kusina mesa so that everyone would be able to sit. Everyone gathered around, and got their food, talking about fond memories and silly moments.
"Daddy?" Hollis asked. "How'd you meet Mommy?" Everyone smiled, eager to hear the story. Dad and Kara knew the whole story now, I'd eventually told them everything they didn't already know. Blake sighed in rememberance and looked at me.
"I met your mother in high school..." he began.
The end. :)
It’s the color of you
You always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our kahel book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two kahel crayons
When everyone else was green
Then you left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
You were in the kahel field in the sky
You always sinabi was there.
The kahel of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though you left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone kahel in the rainbow
Without you here
I protect my own
Though I wish you were here
Now kahel is my color
A color for you bravery
A color for my survival
kahel will forever be our color
Even though death took you away
Forever kahel for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
You always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our kahel book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two kahel crayons
When everyone else was green
Then you left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
You were in the kahel field in the sky
You always sinabi was there.
The kahel of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though you left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone kahel in the rainbow
Without you here
I protect my own
Though I wish you were here
Now kahel is my color
A color for you bravery
A color for my survival
kahel will forever be our color
Even though death took you away
Forever kahel for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Your puso is sore, crippled up like paper.
Your voice is weak, barely passing sa pamamagitan ng you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
You are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times you told everything-
It was a lie, I pag-ibig you became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. You probably cannot ilipat away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
Your voice is weak, barely passing sa pamamagitan ng you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
You are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times you told everything-
It was a lie, I pag-ibig you became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. You probably cannot ilipat away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
