Of Dandelions And Sunshine

A distant memory that itches my brain

And there it was. The Minecraft family in all the glory it had lost once. The stone hard walls of the building seemed fragile as they tried, and failed miserably, to capture the sound of laughter and bickering, and cage them inside.

Not even for a second, did the drowning silence come back that day. Even when the three ran out to the garden, he could still hear them. He could hear the smile in his youngest's screams and oldest's melodies.

And the day was perfect. The small picnic they had was perfect. The laughter and joy that filled the air was perfect. The way the sun danced on their hair, as the wind pulled and pushed against it was perfect.

He tried to memorize every little detail. How the thin cloth they sat on was turning a soft pink hue on the edges. How the shade they sat under seemed to be  dancing to the tune of their songs, solely because Boreas, didn't want to sit back down. How the cornflowers seemed to blend in with the sky as the sun started to climb down his ladder. And he memorized their smile, cherishing it forever.

As the sun left, and his sister took the throne, her army of twinkling stars following close behinde, they folded the old rag and walked right back into the comfort of their house.

Philza picked the dishes, going to his kitchen with a smile, hearing the youngers ongoing arguments, deciding it was better to clean the dishes when the children were occupied.

-"She is!!"

-"Sure, lover boy." Answered the pinkett, taking a sit on the couch, smirking to the red faced brunette, who stomped his foot on the ground, like a little kid, before crossing his arms and ploping himself down on the same couch, his back leaning against the older's shoulder. "I'll show you one day." He muttered angrily, only earning a small laughter in return.

Between all the commotion, the wingless avian had disappeared, climbed up the stairs, and ran to his room. Even though the small room was as messy as it could be, with clothes and toys scattered all over the ground, flowers and small branches peaking here and there, he didn't need to look around at all to find what he was looking for.

Grabbing his prized possession, that was slowly falling apart by the mercyless hands of time, he ran back down, jumping down the stairs and only stopping when he reached the small couch once again, catching the attention of the two.

He held up the hard covered book with both of his hands, infront of the piglin, a demanding glare set on his young face. "Read!"

He raised an eye brow at the kid, recognizing the book all too well. "Aren't you a little old for bedtime stories? I thought you were a big man now."

Not knowing he was only teasing, the kid turned red, frowning. "I AM a big man!! It's not bedtime yet, so it's not a bedtime story!!" He yelled, embarrassed and angered, as his brother tried to hold back his laughter. "Dad said if someone read to me, I could learn the letters better, that's all!"

-"Oh he did?" He gave a smirk, seeing right through the younger's lie. He was able to read decently around two months ago, when he last came to visit.

-"Yeah!" The younger yelled again, and this time their guest loosened up, faking his defeat, as his brother muffled his laughs with the long sleeves of his sweater.

-"Well then, I guess I can't go over Phil's orders then. Alright, give me the book, kiddo." The kid's face lit up, like a lantern in the night sky, as he gave him the book, before climbing up the couch, peeking under the oldest's arm, and sitting on his lap, hands clinging to the white fluffy collar of his shirt. He raised his eyebrows, suprised at the sudden needy attitude, but before he could say anything, the brunette threw his head on his lap, shocking him furthermore.