“Accident…On their way to negotiations…We are not sure which side fired…Neither side is admitting who did the attack…We suspect it was the Mallows…3 others are also deceased….Mistake sending… He has the same last name as...Investigation is pending” This was the bits and pieces of a conversation I heard between muffled crying coming from the living room. It was a school day so I was up earlier than my sister whom I shared my room with. I had to get an early start as always, but today was the last day for my chance at being the president of my class. I had a plan and things that I wanted to accomplish. My High school years I had mapped out as Student body president and head of the debate club and also other various clubs. The years that would follow I would be interning at the City Hall slowly working my way up until one day I would be Mayor of this town at the very least. But I digress, my mind tried to cleanse itself of the foggy sleepy feeling from my head while making sense of what the voice from the other room was talking about.
After my father died it would be an understatement to say that things changed in our household. From our bed bound mother to Minte’s overlooked graduation and 18th birthday the affects of my father’s death no one was spared.
It wasn’t long before she joined my father; her doctor had warned us that it would eventually happen if she continued in her state. She refused most forms of help and just wanted to be left alone. I didn’t understand it then seeing her behave this way and I must admit I acted rather coldly to her. I knew that she had lost her husband and love of her life but I and my siblings had lost our father and the mother we knew in one blow. Her funeral was small and respectful. Whenever I ever I did have time I would sometimes visit their final resting place to pay my respects and to plant flowers. I guess in a way spending time there gave me some comfort and made me feel as close as I could to my parents.
And soon this turned into a weekly thing, Glaisey and Spear sneaking out to party their weekends away. Sometimes I think Minte knew what they were doing but was at a loss as what to do with them. Nor did I think he knew what to do with Sabayon either, who would spend her weekend with friends protesting in from of City Hall or filling his lunch with vegetarian food products in the shapes of meat. Our room was practically filled with her paintings as her painting skills grew. Eventually she would paint a portrait of mom and dad together that we would proudly hang in the living room.