09-17-2016, 09:53 AM
The only time I got to see Mari, who is maybe Mama Mari?, was just for a minute right before everything went wrong again. Or. Right before everything went pretty right for her and Daddy and their other kids, but a lot less right for me. Or maybe right for me, but sad anyhow. Maybe this is how it’s supposed to be, me mostly on my own with just sometimes visits from people who love me. At least that’s better than life started out, anyhow. With nobody who loved me. At least now I’ve got people, even if I don’t get to be with them all the time.
Anyhow. I may not have spent much time with her at all, but she has a very distinctive appearance, pretty white with shiny gold hair and legs and nose and ear tips, and that’s actually kind of cool now that I think about it, because I’ve got gold too even if most of me is black and red. My gold eyes. I mean, I got those from my birth mother, who wasn’t good for much but a few quick meals, but it could almost be like I got my gold from her, yeah? And the black from Daddy Romek? In another life, where maybe I’d been theirs instead of coming from a mother that didn’t much care.
So right, she’s not exactly easy to mistake for somebody else. Her white kind of blends in with the snow, but the bright gold shines in the sun, brilliant and almost blinding when the light bounces off it just right. It’s her laugh that catches my attention first, the sound ringing through the forest like bells as she kicks up her heel and frolics in the snow. And it makes my heart hurt a little, wondering what it would be like to live in Taiga with her and Daddy and the kids. Espy and Duro, and the twins whose names I don’t even know because I only got to see them for a minute.
I almost don’t say anything, almost slip back into the shadows and leave her to enjoy the day. She doesn’t seem to mind the cold the way I do, and she seems really happy. I don’t want to spoil that or intrude or anything. But it’s been a really long time since I felt as happy as she seems right now. I step closer even as I tell myself to let her have some fun by herself, not having to take care of any of the kids Daddy Romek brought her or helped her make.
...oh, hey, I wonder how that works anyhow, Maybe I should ask him next time I see him. Or I could ask somebody else, I guess that would be okay too, it’s just he’s my daddy and he’s smart and obviously he knows how, because the brightly colored twins exist, right?
“Excuse me? You’re Mari, right?” I ask, sneaking a little closer, my footsteps quiet and hesitant, and I at least for once don’t trip over my own too-big feet as I approach. Small wonders. “Um, I’m Lilitha. Dad mostly calls me Lily, though, so if you’d like to call me that, it’d be okay I guess. It’s nice to meet you.”
Anyhow. I may not have spent much time with her at all, but she has a very distinctive appearance, pretty white with shiny gold hair and legs and nose and ear tips, and that’s actually kind of cool now that I think about it, because I’ve got gold too even if most of me is black and red. My gold eyes. I mean, I got those from my birth mother, who wasn’t good for much but a few quick meals, but it could almost be like I got my gold from her, yeah? And the black from Daddy Romek? In another life, where maybe I’d been theirs instead of coming from a mother that didn’t much care.
So right, she’s not exactly easy to mistake for somebody else. Her white kind of blends in with the snow, but the bright gold shines in the sun, brilliant and almost blinding when the light bounces off it just right. It’s her laugh that catches my attention first, the sound ringing through the forest like bells as she kicks up her heel and frolics in the snow. And it makes my heart hurt a little, wondering what it would be like to live in Taiga with her and Daddy and the kids. Espy and Duro, and the twins whose names I don’t even know because I only got to see them for a minute.
I almost don’t say anything, almost slip back into the shadows and leave her to enjoy the day. She doesn’t seem to mind the cold the way I do, and she seems really happy. I don’t want to spoil that or intrude or anything. But it’s been a really long time since I felt as happy as she seems right now. I step closer even as I tell myself to let her have some fun by herself, not having to take care of any of the kids Daddy Romek brought her or helped her make.
...oh, hey, I wonder how that works anyhow, Maybe I should ask him next time I see him. Or I could ask somebody else, I guess that would be okay too, it’s just he’s my daddy and he’s smart and obviously he knows how, because the brightly colored twins exist, right?
“Excuse me? You’re Mari, right?” I ask, sneaking a little closer, my footsteps quiet and hesitant, and I at least for once don’t trip over my own too-big feet as I approach. Small wonders. “Um, I’m Lilitha. Dad mostly calls me Lily, though, so if you’d like to call me that, it’d be okay I guess. It’s nice to meet you.”