Recurring mothers and disappearing lovers

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Abigail Macosen's father and my father had been childhood friends, although Abigail's father, not to be rude, looked very much older than my father. While my father's hair had started to gray in his forties, Mr. Macosen's started in his early thirties. The two grew up in the little city of Abbot, Maine. Then my father decided he was going to move all of us to an even smaller town, Arrowsic, yes we were still in Maine. Sadly. Nothing really was special to me about this place, it was just a town with a few stores and a few neighbors, looking to live a peaceful life. But my father moved here for two reasons. One was because of his obsession with fishing.

I mean I'm not talking just going out on a boat every Saturday for some light catches to bring home, no he was out on his little boat every day and waiting for some kind of trout. On top of that he has a fish painted on our front door, we ate whatever my father caught, and every Sunday after church all five of us would head out us would head out on his boat, hoping to catch something so we could leave. But we never did because Lydia always managed to scare them off. She's five though, so I don't blame her for being impatient.

Which brings us to the next reason my father moved to Arrowsic, Slyvia Gleson. When my father was seventeen he apparently pretended to be twenty-one and snuck into a bar with some fake ID's he brought in New York. He also said if I ever tried this he would throw me of the side of Velma (his boat). So amazingly he snuck into this little bar and ordered a drink and when the waitress handed it to him he immediately fell in love. When I was younger he said he wasn't sure if the stars were shining brighter, or if it was my mother's eyes.

Yea, Slyvia Gleson was my mother. I mean I don't think that highly of her these days, but biological we are still related. Anyway, they talked and my father found out that my mother was actually a year younger than him and worked here to make money for her family. My father was of course shocked and handed her all he had in his wallet, a twenty. He drove her home that night and found out that they really didn't lie that far away.

Slyvia lived a little bits away in Bath, Maine. I know, I know, you must be thinking, is everyone this kid knows from Maine? Honestly that's probably true, like I really can't name more than five people I know that live out of state. But back to the story, eventually they put two and two together and realized that they went to the same school. They called them "The perfect couple!" According to my dad they also owned the title of a younger version of Ren and Ariel, some couple from an 80's movie. But apparently they were perfect, and I guess for sometime they were.

When my father graduated high school, he unsurprisingly became a fisherman. He worked on a big boat and spent eight hours there. He still does. he started to save money for something, something that would change his life forever, an engagement ring. There was no doubt that my mother would say yes. She did of course, or else there be no story. Slyvia used to tell me that the wedding was one of the most magical days of her life. They got married in a small church, then they had a small party, but the fact that their souls were FOREVER intertwined meant everything to my mother. But I guess it wasn't to make her stay.

It was about a year after the wedding, my mother was about twenty and my father was about twenty-one. Soon my mother was pregnant with twins, my sister cassandra and me. A boy and a girl, perfectly even. Their wasn't enough room for twins in the one room apartment they were living in, so my father had a fantastic idea. Get ready because here comes a story about the family house.

My father's parents were killed long before he met my mother, so he bought their little three-bedroom house that luckily had always been on and off the market. The families that lived their before my father moved in, complained of plumbing problems, but as soon as my father came back it stopped. Now I'm not saying that my father's parents are like scary ghosts or anything. No I'm suggesting that part, suggesting that is much better than admitting. But anyway, so my parents collected any baby items they could get, a carriage, two car seats, two high chairs, some toys, and some old clothes from when my dad and Slyvia were children.

Then after nine months of preparing the most amazing thing happen to my dad and Slyvia, I was born. Oh yea and my sister too.