Bruno's Daughter

Chapter 47

Bruno's POV:

 It was only a couple days till my daughter's wedding. I was sitting on my bed working on my speech for the wedding. No, I haven't finished it yet. I don't know why, honestly. I guess it's a little overwhelming and, maybe a little difficult. I won't lie and say I'm not happy. I am. I'm very happy for her. I actually kinda enjoy writing this speech. I like looking back on all the many memories I have of Juan, Carmen, and especially, my Kristi. Just going back in my mind to when she was born, when she learned to talk, when she took her first steps...

 And then my mind just goes back to that day....When my dear friends died....It still hurts sometimes. I guess it always will. But, I do take comfort in knowing I didn't cause their death. Oh, how that thought would plague my mind....

 I like looking back on the day I adopted Kristi as my daughter. And all the fun we had when she was growing up. I wish I could've been apart of her life more....But, I'm glad I can at least be apart of her life now. And, I'm glad I could watch her from the cracks in the walls. 

 I sighed, running my hand through my hair, as I put down the pencil I had in my hand. I frowned suddenly. That feeling was back....The feeling that told me I needed to have a vision. I really don't understand it. I've had it before several times. The first time being the night Kristi bought her dress. This time, however, it felt....different. It felt stronger. I moved to the edge of my bed, frowning a little, confused. 

 At that moment, the door to my room opened and Kristi came walking in. She seemed confused too. I looked at her. "Is something wrong, Kristi?"

 She shook her head and shrugged. "I really don't know, papa. I just have this....really weird but strong feeling...." 

 My eyes went wide. "What is it?"

 "I feel like I need to have a vision with you."

 I stared at her. My daughter was getting the feeling too?? What on earth...? I nodded slowly. "I have the same feeling...." I said quietly.

 "Do you want to try and have a vision? See what this is about?" she asked softly.

 "I guess so..." I said. 

 "Are you nervous, papa..?" I nodded slowly. I don't know why though. Really, I don't know. "I am too...I'm not sure why though. I've had lots of visions with you before." 

 "We'll figure it out, princess. It'll be alright, I'm sure..." I smiled at her as I stood up. I took her hand and we headed up to my vision cave.

 Kristi sat down cross-legged as I poured sand in a circle. I sat down inside it before lighting the fires needed for the ritual. I closed my eyes, holding out my hands for Kristi to take. I opened my eyes as the dome surrounded us. When the dome finally reached it's peak, I frowned in confusion. Kristi was confused too. It was...calm. I was seeing nothing. Nothing but sand from the dome. And, instead of fast, like it usually goes, it spun in slow motion. But then, a voice came from behind us.

 "Bruno...Kristi...." The voice sounded vaguely familiar....But it's impossible....He's dead! He's been dead for years!

 "Papa...What was that?" Kristi asked.

 "I don't know...." I said slowly. We slowly turned around. My eyes went wide at the three people I saw. One of them, I only recognized from pictures. He was someone I'd wanted to meet all my life. The other two.......

 The three smiled at us warmly. Kristi seemed to recognize the same man I recognized. "Abuelo Pedro?" she asked hesitantly, confusion in her voice. I couldn't find my voice I stood there frozen, not believing what I was seeing.