[3/16/2013]
You know, I love my dad.
The organization feels empty without him. Sure, sometimes he shows up, talks to everyone, gives me a hug, but it isn't the same as having him here every time you need him. And, though it is not always that he notices it, sometimes I really need him... like right now, more than ever.
My mom died. No one here knows, no one here is supposed to, not even the commander or my brother; dad trusted me and only me with this. But yeah... she died during childbirth. I have a brother now, except he is actually just another me. Pretty weird, huh? I probably already told you, but my story is pretty convoluted: my homeland sorta functions outside our time, and sometimes it changes based on the importance of... um, well, we can just say I was born when things were weird over there, so I was sent to the past, to Earth. Mom and dad kept an eye on me, and ensured I would meet their past versions; with this, these past versions would become part of the main timeline and the fucked up future I came from would cease to exist. Or something like that, anyway.
Me being born again was always a possibility, and it finally happened — but paradox space wasn't ready to let everything be all sunshine and rainbows. My mom died, and maybe my dad will die too, and now I have a brother that is a different me, and... and I am scared. Once everyone finds out my dad might die, I bet they will think not about him but about his role in this planet. I can almost hear them saying neither me nor big bro are enough to protect it as dad has.
So what will become of me?
Just as I was thinking that, the wind blew your scarf over my face, and I thought... I still have you, and you still have me. I know you don't like this name, but please let me use it just this once: Alicia, I love my dad a lot, but I love you a lot too. You are the best thing that happened to me in this place. Right now, I want to stay by your side forever, but I can't see the future; maybe things will change. But still, I wanted you to know. I want to let you know all this in person too, through my words, through my actions, but I don't feel ready yet. Maybe I would just cry in front of you like a big baby, or just stutter and end up saying nothing.
My dad used to write letters for no reason... maybe that can come in handy now.Labels: daily drabble, stories
Por Allec Ribeiro às [10:46 PM]
