Notes: This will be my last post for a while since I'll be busy with my upcoming departure. To all readers, thank you for all the previous feedback, I appreciate them and get a great joy from reading the reviews and comments you sent. However I sadly don't have time to reply them all. >_< I'll try to reply them once I settle down in my new place.
[...] = Solo's writing
Ever After Part 5
Snippet of Solo's Diary
[After Colony 212
1st of April
I know Mill is going to laugh at me for writing a diary, but who cares anyway. I want to savor the memories I had and maybe when I am old, I'll look back in this diary and smile at the memories.
This year April's Fool is full of delight. I managed to get Mill back for his white day's lie. The poor guy is probably still trying to convince his parents to let him stay in the dorm before his "second sister" is born. Wonder how long it'll take him to figure out my lie.]
"SOLOOOOOOOO!!"
[Oh, here he comes. Time for second revenge.]
"Gillian, you hear that bellow. Your brother sure is anxious to take us to the amusement park.
"Yay!! We're coming, bro!"
~*~
[After Colony 212
2nd of May
Mom was having his first attack of pain this morning. Right when he was cooking breakfast for me and Dad. The pain came so suddenly that Mom jerked violently. It caused the boiling oil on the pan he held splashed onto his hand. Mom hissed and dropped the pan, splashing a little oil on his legs as well. Dad was beside himself. With lightning speed, he lifted Mom and carried him to the bedroom, shouting for Dr. J to come down.
I turned the stove off before following Dad. Dr. J arrived at the same time as I and started checking Mom. He said this was expected and nothing we could do but wait till the pain disappeared. Mom didn't cry out but it pained me more to see Mom whimper painfully, holding his stomach. Dad sat next to Mom and held his hand. He looked like a guilty murderer, no doubt that Dad felt like a moron for letting Mom face the pain alone when bearing me. I stood by the bed, not caring whether I was late for school. I felt helpless watching Mom suffer and know from his diary that it would take an hour for the pain to go away.
The pain disappeared fifteen minutes later, much to our surprise. Dr. J checked Mom again and concluded that Mom's second pregnancy was much easier than the first one, probably because Mom's body hadn't returned completely normal from having me. Again I was reminded that it had been only five months for Mom since his last pregnancy. Only five months ago, he still had me in his stomach and writhed in pain for an hour twice or thrice every day. Now he is subjected to the same pain again.
Dad's usually cheerful violet eyes were full of torment at witnessing Mom's suffering. He kept holding Mom's hand and stroking Mom's hair gently, even after the pain left Mom. Dr J and I left the room to give them some time together. I went back to the kitchen and tried to make something edible for breakfast. Looking back at the black eggs and stony potatoes, I think I inherited Dad's cooking skill rather than Mom's. Both Dad and I didn't step out of the house today.
Dad and Mom walked out of the room an hour later. Mom wanted to cook but Dad stubbornly kept him out of the kitchen. He said he and I would cook from now on. Despite Dad's clumsy cooking, Mom was happy when Dad cooked him omelets though. It seems he craved the same thing for this second pregnancy. Have to remember to ask Dad about the recipe.
The second pain attack happened six hours after the first. Again Dr. J said Mom had it easy this time. I had wished for many siblings but I'm happy to have just one. From Dad's determined eyes, there will be no more siblings. I don't mind. I can't imagine how painful for Mom to carry me if this torture was called easy. Dad and I vowed at that time to make Mom happy always.
After the pain was totally gone, I brought Mom's birthday present that Dad and I had gotten yesterday into the bedroom where Mom was laying. We had planned to give it to him after breakfast but then that happened. Mom's tired blue eyes widened when I entered with a puppy in my arms. It was a great idea of Dad's to get Mom a pet. He was totally taken with the puppy, which is now called Wing, and vice versa. Wing is a mutt, but I can see he will grow as big as a Saint Bernard will.
We waited till Mom fell asleep with the puppy also asleep in his arms then silently shuffled out of the room. Outside, we shared the cooking responsibilities. Since Dad had cooked today, the next day is my turn. Dr. J muttered something about not having to eat human food anymore. I guess I gotta learn to cook better or we will end up with take out food every day. Not good for Mom and my little sister.
Note to self: remember to remind Dad about condoms after my sister is born.]
OWARI
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