Post by Michaela nó Eglantine on Jan 10, 2011 15:55:36 GMT -5
I sigh in relief as I smell the familiar smells of my room and look down at my arm, to the bracelet with two pendants that rests around my wrist and try to dispel the tears that suddenly well in my eyes. Gods, I miss them. It seems like just yesterday I was in in La Serenissima, laying my parents to rest. They had listened to me, all of the adults. They had known how much my parents loved me, and they knew I wouldn't go astray. It had all been a blur since I'd received the news: Mama and Papa had died. My loving, irresponsible, funny parents. Gone. I was too young to be alone in this world at only twelve years, and now I'm already sixteen. I'm lucky the Dowayne didn't kick me out for begging to go to La Serenissima after becoming an Adept. But the Dowayne had relented; indeed, a blessing had even been given. The Dowayne understood the pain in my heart, and my need to honor their memories.
But now, after a month in La Serenissima mourning my parents in true Serenissiman style- two months gone, total- I'm back in my home country. Terre d'Ange. I would have stayed when my parents had first perished, but the Dowayne deemed me too young to stay in a foreign country for a year by myself to mourn, and also when she had asked to stay for a year this time. Which I understand and accept. I am grateful to the Dowayne for allowing me to go at all.
I sit down on my bed and gaze unseeingly at the floor in front of me. What will I do without them? Not that they had been a big part of my everyday life, living in a completely different country, but still. It was the highlight of my weeks to receive their letters, and to know that whenever I wrote asking for some sort of guidance that only a mother or father could give, I would be able to rely on their smart, witty responses. I focus once more on the bracelet, with two pendants. One, my Mama wore every day. The other, my Papa's.
I resolve to not be depressed anymore. I am here, back at home with the people I love. The only family I have now. I will honor my parents by loving life as they did. I smiles for the first time in days, the sparkle returning to my eyes and a lightness in my heart, and leave my room to go to the gymnasium. Maybe I'll practice my tumbling.
But now, after a month in La Serenissima mourning my parents in true Serenissiman style- two months gone, total- I'm back in my home country. Terre d'Ange. I would have stayed when my parents had first perished, but the Dowayne deemed me too young to stay in a foreign country for a year by myself to mourn, and also when she had asked to stay for a year this time. Which I understand and accept. I am grateful to the Dowayne for allowing me to go at all.
I sit down on my bed and gaze unseeingly at the floor in front of me. What will I do without them? Not that they had been a big part of my everyday life, living in a completely different country, but still. It was the highlight of my weeks to receive their letters, and to know that whenever I wrote asking for some sort of guidance that only a mother or father could give, I would be able to rely on their smart, witty responses. I focus once more on the bracelet, with two pendants. One, my Mama wore every day. The other, my Papa's.
I resolve to not be depressed anymore. I am here, back at home with the people I love. The only family I have now. I will honor my parents by loving life as they did. I smiles for the first time in days, the sparkle returning to my eyes and a lightness in my heart, and leave my room to go to the gymnasium. Maybe I'll practice my tumbling.