Lenora never met her real parents and the family that adopted her died in a terrible accident, leaving her to grow up with the sweet old couple who lived next door, who were more than happy to have the little 6 years girl to raise.
Despite her new...
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It was strange.
Yeah, the situation was bizarre.
Being seated in her biological mother's kitchen with a cup of matcha tea with milk in it, the exact quantity she liked, and the right amount of sugar too was awkward. At least she knew they had something in common.
"Where do I start?", Ines asked her, passing her a plate of handmade cookies with chocolate chips. Lenora sniffed the air, her nostrils invaded by the sweet smell.
She took a biscuit, biting it, "If I say from the start is too generic?"
"A bit," smiling, she took a treat herself, tasting it, "but I get what you mean."
Ines closed her eyes, focusing on using a power she pushed aside a long time ago. The energy started tingling inside her body, cumulating until from her stomach reached the tips of her fingers, little blue sparkles coming out of them. The familiar sensation was like rediscovering the old toy you used to love so much as a kid but lost while growing up; returning to it was bittersweet, a mix of memories, but the recent born affection was there, persistent, resistant.
Lenora observed how the room changed in front of her eyes, the biscuits had fallen over once there was the table, and crumbles all over the pavement now, a brand-new pavement. Standing up, she twirled on her heels, now in a living room with big windows all over the walls, all open, the hot summer breeze was moving the young woman's hair who was seated on a pillow in the center of it, eyes closed and blue sprinkles all over her. Len recognized a younger Ines, pregnant and with a large white dress to cover her big belly.
"When I expected you, I used to meditate a lot," the Ines she knew stepped beside her, pointing at the image she was showing Len, "it helped me to calm down. My mind always raced when my thoughts imagined your face. I was terrorized, you know? I was just nineteen and I was utterly in love with your dad. I thought we would be happy together. No, I was sure of it," while she was explaining, a tall man entered the room, tiptoeing inside with a trail in his hands, two big glasses full of lemonade perfectly balanced on, "the way he looked at me...I knew he would look at you the same, maybe even with more love. He was a bit of a hothead during his middle-school years, but he couldn't keep up with my Dominican blood. The poor boy was caught up before he even understood it," a sad smile appeared on her lips while the man crunched down at her younger self, kissing her temple. The young Ines opened just one eye, a corner of her lips raised. The man's long, purple hair was tied up in a messy half ponytail, his shirt unbuttoned and his linen black pants floating for the wind.
Len took a step closer to the figures, kneeling, "What was his name?"
Ines sighed, "Hideo Sasaki."
They couldn't hear what they were talking about, so Len only kept watching them. The love between them was evident even for a blind person; they both had their personal aura and the biggest one surrounding them, closing the couple in a bubble of pure love.
