Magic is not everything

CHAPTER 35

Nine years ago...

Kasandra recounts

The sun was shining through the pink curtain, in fact to be honest my whole room was pink, pink walls, pink bed, pink curtains a makeup table with a mirror in which I had all my hair stuff, the closet and a chest at the edge of the bed in which I kept all my toys. And pink was my favorite color in the whole world.

Today was Sunday, which meant only one thing, it was the day to make pancakes, which was a family tradition. I get out of bed and in less than two seconds there were Aunt Abigail, Uncles Jake and Beetlese, Grandma Clare and Grandpa Richard.

" Where is everyone?" I ask.

Everyone is looking at me, I was still dressed in my pink pajamas with teddy bears. Uncle Beetles greets me.

" Good morning to you princess too!"

Grandpa and grandmother drink their coffee, grandfather reading the newspaper at the same time, aunt Abigail was next to them reading a book, and my uncles as they preferred to say were the bosses in the kitchen so they were in charge of the pancakes. After kissing each last one, Uncle Beetles says in my ear.

" You know how much I love you, don't you?" He tells me.

I'm smiling.

" What do you want me to do?" He smiles back at me.

"How about waking them up in the most creative way possible? What do you say?"

" Okay, then."

I go upstairs and the first room I go to is Uncle Michael's, his room was tidy, the things on the desk were perfectly arranged, notebooks, pens, books, diaries on which he wrote down all kinds of things, a small tidy bookcase that was next to the TV, next to the bed, had a bedside table on which there was a lamp, glasses and a glass of water. The uncle was sleeping and a book was thrown on the floor next to the bed. I try to climb up to him in bed and then shake him a little.

" Uncle Michael, do you have to wake up."

He opens his eyes a little, then closes them again, saying the following words in a sleepy tone.

"Why?"

What I hear shocks me.

" What do you mean, why? What question is that? The answer is obvious. Pancakes. Come down, for breakfast."

He turns his back to me and covers himself with the blanket.

" I'll come down later."

Desperate situations. Equally desperate measures. I get out of bed and go to my room. Uncle Beetles had asked me to wake them up in the most creative way possible, so I knew what to do. I tilt my head to get a better look at the contents of the chest and find what I need. I take out a golden trumpet that Uncle Jake bought me, I didn't understand why he had bought it, it was cute, but it wasn't a toy that I used very often, only in some moments like these. I run to my uncle's room. I approach him next to the bed and I blow in the stumble that he almost jumps out of bed and looks at me in shock.

" Kasandra..."

" Uncle Beetles asked me to wake you up, and I keep my promises."

He turns his back to me again. To top it off! I take the glass of water next to the bed and throw it on the bed, partially wetting Uncle Michael's hair to convince myself that I woke him up.

I run to Aunt Emma's room with the stumble in my hand. If Uncle Michael's room was tidy at Aunt's it was the other way around. Everything was messy, posters were put on the walls with her favorite bands, a chair was full of discarded clothes, and the curtains were drawn in the room, being dark. I leave the tropeta near the door and approach my aunt's bed.