06-05-2016, 11:17 AM
"Are you sure? Maybe you are just saying that and all three of your sisters think you are a brat?" I tilt my head at him, smiling to let him know I was just teasing. "Hm, no, I guess I believe you. You don't seem like Newton." Oh sisters, yes I had one of those. "Yes I do have one of those. She's bigger so not around so much, but her name is Neva." I smile at this. "But she is a good big sister. She tells me I'm a brat sometimes." I grin at this, obviously pleased that I can get under her skin.
Oh. So that's why Newton does it. The imp. I will have to make sure I get him later.
That moment of reflection makes me pause, turning inwards for just a moment before I stretch my wings out. Really they have a mind of their own sometimes. I couldn't wait to fly with them. Papa said I needed to wait a few years until I was older and all my muscles and stuff were ready. Momma seemed to agree so for now I would just pretend now and again that I was flying. I liked standing on the highest hill I could find in the Dale and opening my wings, closing my eyes. It was almost like I was really in the air.
That was happy.
You have to try to be happy? Well of course you do. Didn't Momma try to be happy even when she was tired for us kids? Others did it too. "How come you have to try to be so happy if your family is great?" I wonder aloud, tilting my head to look at him again curiously. I really didn't know, couldn't understand how he could have all that guilt in his insides cutting him to pieces.
And his words bring warmth to my cheeks and I duck my head briefly in embarrassment, although I'm still working out all these emotions and things. "Well." I had been working on bringing him happiness and he sets happiness a flutter in my chest. All I had to be was sunshine, happy and bright, and it would help him. Help others too maybe. This would take some serious contemplating. "Thanks Nevi." So, I think he might have made my words all tangly for right now. So I wait, patiently for his response to my question.
Oh. So that's why Newton does it. The imp. I will have to make sure I get him later.
That moment of reflection makes me pause, turning inwards for just a moment before I stretch my wings out. Really they have a mind of their own sometimes. I couldn't wait to fly with them. Papa said I needed to wait a few years until I was older and all my muscles and stuff were ready. Momma seemed to agree so for now I would just pretend now and again that I was flying. I liked standing on the highest hill I could find in the Dale and opening my wings, closing my eyes. It was almost like I was really in the air.
That was happy.
You have to try to be happy? Well of course you do. Didn't Momma try to be happy even when she was tired for us kids? Others did it too. "How come you have to try to be so happy if your family is great?" I wonder aloud, tilting my head to look at him again curiously. I really didn't know, couldn't understand how he could have all that guilt in his insides cutting him to pieces.
And his words bring warmth to my cheeks and I duck my head briefly in embarrassment, although I'm still working out all these emotions and things. "Well." I had been working on bringing him happiness and he sets happiness a flutter in my chest. All I had to be was sunshine, happy and bright, and it would help him. Help others too maybe. This would take some serious contemplating. "Thanks Nevi." So, I think he might have made my words all tangly for right now. So I wait, patiently for his response to my question.
Graeme