Magic is not everything

CHAPTER 23

Kasandra recounts

The next morning  I woke up with a good disposition, actually a  perfect disposition, tonight was the best night in my life,  I fell asleep in Eric's arms and thought I would wake up there, but no. My mom tells me that Eric took me in his arms to her.

Eric told me that love me. And I told him that I love him.

I come out of my room dancing and humming a song I don't know, but I don't care, I'm so happy, then I start doing pirouettes while walking, just like a ballerina.  I walk like this until I reach my mother's room in this way and I see her sleeping in her bed, the curtains were drawn and the sunlight entered through the window, and the snow on the windowsill shone like crystals.  My mother was crouched in her bed, wearing a white silk dress, and her blond hair had become brighter with the sun's rays.

She looked like an angel.

I close the door and then I go to my father's room where it was dark, the curtains are drawn and he sleeps half-wrapped in blankets, like a bear. I was in the mood for fun so I start jumping in his bed, my father suddenly wakes up confused as if he doesn't know where he is and looks at me in surprise.

" Wake up, Daddy!  Wake up, Daddy!"

 He just put his pillow over his face.

 " Why should I wake up?"

I stop jumping on the bed and open the curtains using magic, snap my fingers and the sunlight pours into the room. Dad puts his pillow on his head again.

" Because it's morning, I have a lot of energy and I'm your child who is hungry." 

 He puts his pillow aside.

" Uncle Derek called me last night and invited us to breakfast. The whole family will be there."

" I like the idea." 

Then I feel something under my knee and only then do I notice that the whole bed is full of photos, and there are different videotapes on the nightstand.

" Dad, what did you do last night when we left?"

Dad shrugs carelessly.

" I looked at some memories." He says.

" Ooo ... and you found something you liked."

Dad smiled.

" A lot, to be honest."

Dad had taken a picture from the pillow next to him in it was me and my mother, I was a baby dressed in pink pajamas, and my mother was still in pajamas I think at that moment she had just woken up, the picture was very nice by the fact that I hugged her  it seems to the first time, uncle Jake has said that, obviously after I hugged him first, and grandma had caught the perfect moment to take the picture.

" This picture also has a story, mom  told me that that day I told her for the first time mommy, it was a special day." 

 I hand  the picture of my father.

" You can keep it in your wallet if you like it so much."

 Dad smiled again.

 " Thanks."

I still look at the lot of photos in bed analyzing them better.

" Do you have a specific curiosity about a particular memory?" 

Dad took a picture from the nightstand.

" Just one, why did you eat shower gel when you were three?"