**4 years later...**
"Are we there yet?" Hollis asked.
"Almost," Blake said.
"You're excited to see Aunt Dezzie, aren't you?" I asked, turning around in the passenger siège of our car. Hollis grinned eagerly from the backseat. Even though Desiree is six years older than her, they still get along well. Desiree enjoys watching over Hollis, and playing with her niece.
We were driving out to Dad's house for Christmas. The whole town was covered in a thick blanket of snow, and it was still falling. We soon came up to the driveway. Blake got Hollis out of her car seat, and she ran up the sidewalk to Grandma and Grandpa's house. I got out and opened the back car door, to get out the twins, Tristen and Blakely. Blake got Tristen out of her car seat, careful not to wake her from her sleep. I got Blakely out of his carseat, who was already wide awake. We carefully went up the sidewalk, to the already open door.
"Merry Christmas kids," Dad said.
"Merry Christmas Dad," I said. We got off our shoes and coats.
"Dezzie!" Hollis shouted She ran into the living room to her aunt. Tristen woke in Blake's arms and whimpered.
"Is Hera here yet?" I asked.
"I'm right here," she said, coming out of the living room. Her fiance, Daniel walked behind her. He smiled and waved. We all went to the living room, where Dad and Kara had set up the Christmas tree, a beautiful pine arbre that they'd gotten themselves. It was decorated in beautiful lights and delicate ornaments. A warm feu was blazing in the fireplace.
Everyone gathered around on the couches, Dezzie and Hollis were playing on the floor, and talked about the an and précédant ones, and how we'll celebrate the upcoming new year. This an had been wonderful, Blake and I had had the twins, and Hera got engaged. Dad talked about when Hera and I were younger, and almost completely hated each other. We laughed.
"...I was sure toi two would kill each other," he laughed. Of course now, Hera and I were good Friends and visited each other often. "When I'd first met Hera, I thought Irina would be happy to have a step-sister. Guess not," Dad said. I shrugged.
"I don't mind now, of course."
"Me neither," Hera agreed. Hollis furrowed her eyebrows, but didn't ask. We explained to her once how Hera was my step-sister, and Kara was my step-mother, but she didn't really understand. We didn't want to explain the part about my mother and siblings dying either. That'd be too much for a girl her age.
Then it was dinnertime. Dad pulled the dining room table, tableau into the kitchen, placing it up against the cuisine table, tableau so that everyone would be able to sit. Everyone gathered around, and got their food, talking about fond memories and silly moments.
"Daddy?" Hollis asked. "How'd toi meet Mommy?" Everyone smiled, eager to hear the story. Dad and Kara knew the whole story now, I'd eventually told them everything they didn't already know. Blake sighed in rememberance and looked at me.
"I met your mother in high school..." he began.
The end. :)
"Are we there yet?" Hollis asked.
"Almost," Blake said.
"You're excited to see Aunt Dezzie, aren't you?" I asked, turning around in the passenger siège of our car. Hollis grinned eagerly from the backseat. Even though Desiree is six years older than her, they still get along well. Desiree enjoys watching over Hollis, and playing with her niece.
We were driving out to Dad's house for Christmas. The whole town was covered in a thick blanket of snow, and it was still falling. We soon came up to the driveway. Blake got Hollis out of her car seat, and she ran up the sidewalk to Grandma and Grandpa's house. I got out and opened the back car door, to get out the twins, Tristen and Blakely. Blake got Tristen out of her car seat, careful not to wake her from her sleep. I got Blakely out of his carseat, who was already wide awake. We carefully went up the sidewalk, to the already open door.
"Merry Christmas kids," Dad said.
"Merry Christmas Dad," I said. We got off our shoes and coats.
"Dezzie!" Hollis shouted She ran into the living room to her aunt. Tristen woke in Blake's arms and whimpered.
"Is Hera here yet?" I asked.
"I'm right here," she said, coming out of the living room. Her fiance, Daniel walked behind her. He smiled and waved. We all went to the living room, where Dad and Kara had set up the Christmas tree, a beautiful pine arbre that they'd gotten themselves. It was decorated in beautiful lights and delicate ornaments. A warm feu was blazing in the fireplace.
Everyone gathered around on the couches, Dezzie and Hollis were playing on the floor, and talked about the an and précédant ones, and how we'll celebrate the upcoming new year. This an had been wonderful, Blake and I had had the twins, and Hera got engaged. Dad talked about when Hera and I were younger, and almost completely hated each other. We laughed.
"...I was sure toi two would kill each other," he laughed. Of course now, Hera and I were good Friends and visited each other often. "When I'd first met Hera, I thought Irina would be happy to have a step-sister. Guess not," Dad said. I shrugged.
"I don't mind now, of course."
"Me neither," Hera agreed. Hollis furrowed her eyebrows, but didn't ask. We explained to her once how Hera was my step-sister, and Kara was my step-mother, but she didn't really understand. We didn't want to explain the part about my mother and siblings dying either. That'd be too much for a girl her age.
Then it was dinnertime. Dad pulled the dining room table, tableau into the kitchen, placing it up against the cuisine table, tableau so that everyone would be able to sit. Everyone gathered around, and got their food, talking about fond memories and silly moments.
"Daddy?" Hollis asked. "How'd toi meet Mommy?" Everyone smiled, eager to hear the story. Dad and Kara knew the whole story now, I'd eventually told them everything they didn't already know. Blake sighed in rememberance and looked at me.
"I met your mother in high school..." he began.
The end. :)
People down every turn
Pain inside their hearts
A girl with scars on her wrists
A boy with a couteau in his chest
She hides in the dark
Wondering when the pain with end
He stands up to fight in defense
Only to get knocked back down again
She fights with her parents
They don't wanna support the child
She's left to fend for herself in the cold
Alone with the child
Do we see what we are doing when we say the things we say?
Do we see who we are hurting with the actions that we're taking?
What we need
Are broken families reconciled
We need hearts to mend, scars to heal and battles to end
We. Need. Love
To stand up for the broken
We. Need. Hope
To give a hand to the hopeless
We need the world to care.
What are we doing with the words we are saying?
Who are we changing
And what effects are they having?
Lets be the change.
Pain inside their hearts
A girl with scars on her wrists
A boy with a couteau in his chest
She hides in the dark
Wondering when the pain with end
He stands up to fight in defense
Only to get knocked back down again
She fights with her parents
They don't wanna support the child
She's left to fend for herself in the cold
Alone with the child
Do we see what we are doing when we say the things we say?
Do we see who we are hurting with the actions that we're taking?
What we need
Are broken families reconciled
We need hearts to mend, scars to heal and battles to end
We. Need. Love
To stand up for the broken
We. Need. Hope
To give a hand to the hopeless
We need the world to care.
What are we doing with the words we are saying?
Who are we changing
And what effects are they having?
Lets be the change.
When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying par their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will l’amour start?
The jour we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The jour we l’amour too much to kill
The jour others' pain is our pain
The jour we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying par their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will l’amour start?
The jour we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The jour we l’amour too much to kill
The jour others' pain is our pain
The jour we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
It’s the color of you
toi always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our orange book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two orange crayons
When everyone else was green
Then toi left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
toi were in the orange field in the sky
toi always a dit was there.
The orange of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though toi left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone orange in the rainbow
Without toi here
I protect my own
Though I wish toi were here
Now orange is my color
A color for toi bravery
A color for my survival
orange will forever be our color
Even though death took toi away
Forever orange for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
toi always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our orange book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two orange crayons
When everyone else was green
Then toi left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
toi were in the orange field in the sky
toi always a dit was there.
The orange of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though toi left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone orange in the rainbow
Without toi here
I protect my own
Though I wish toi were here
Now orange is my color
A color for toi bravery
A color for my survival
orange will forever be our color
Even though death took toi away
Forever orange for you,
Sweet Cassidy.