The Sunny days
The present
"Charlotte Wake Up!" Estelle's voice pierced at Charlie. Charlie's initial response was a low groan as she shifted and cracked open her eyes. There, at her bedside, stood Estelle with an impatient glare.
"Ugh," Charlie groaned, she rolled over . She blinked away the sleep and, in the dim morning light, saw Estelle's impatient expression.
"Wake up, lazy butt!" Estelle scolded, before turning on her heel and exiting the room.
With a sense of lazyness, Charlie pushed herself upright and stood there, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
Resigned to her fate, she made her way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. The rush of cool water from the showerhead jolted her awake, and as the water fell over her, she felt her energy slowly returning.
Once dressed in black jeans, a white crop top, and a black jacket, she hastily tied her chest-length wavy black hair into a messy ponytail and went down the stairs.
There, she found Estelle seated at the kitchen table, attacking her pancakes with a vengeance. Charlie couldn't help but comment on her aunt's aggression.
"Chill, Stells, the pancakes didn't commit a crime," she remarked lightly, filling her own plate with pancakes.
Charlie's grandmother, a warm presence in their home, offered her a welcoming smile. She handed Charlie a bottle of syrup, and Charlie promptly drowned her pancakes in it.
"Morning, Grandma," Charlie greeted between bites.
"Morning, dear," her grandmother replied.
As Charlie continued to eat, she reflected on the weirdness of her family's dynamics. Her parents had passed away when she was just a newborn, and she'd grown up with her 13-year-old aunt, Estelle, who was only two years her senior due to the age difference between her father and aunt. Charlie and Estelle were both raised by their grandparents, with her grandfather acting as her step-grandfather, since he was Estelle's biological father, but to her dad, he was a stepfather. It was a complex web of relationships, but it worked for them.
Finally finishing her meal, Charlie noticed the unusual silence that hung over the breakfast table and the absence of her grandfather.
"Why is everyone so quiet today, and where's Grandpa?" she inquired as she rose to take her plate to the dishwasher.
"Charlotte, it's your parents'... you know what day," Estelle replied somberly before exiting the room.
Charlie looked at her grandmother, who stared down at her plate, a solitary tear tracking down her cheek.
Realization washed over her. It was a day that had always been there in the background, a day she'd never paid much attention to.
Her parents had died when she was too young to remember, and they'd always been absent figures in her life. But today, she sensed the weight of their absence more than ever.
Regret for asking the question washed over her. She'd never missed her parents much, as they were never around. Still, she carried a lingering resentment towards them for leaving her in this complex family situation.
Charlie nodded silently, grabbed her bag, and headed to the living room where she found Estelle waiting for her. She yelled a quick goodbye into the house before the two girl went school.
As she walked to school, she couldn't help but think, "Another day of boredom, yay!" The sarcasm in her thoughts was impossible to miss.
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