FEARLESS (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 5

Previously on FEARLESS :

"Please Mom. You know I love fencing," I saw her think, she knew I wouldn't stop until she gave in.

"Alright," Just as I was about to hug Mom agian, someone burst through the doors inside and who I saw next was the most suprising thing in my life. As my eyes widend and my mouth formed "O".

It can't be-

We haven't seen each other for such a long time.

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"No way! Tylha! You? Here? " wrinkles of surprise appeared on my forehead .

Tylha was my brother, and he didn't live with us because his university was quite far and It is his first year in university doing business course. This made him buy an apartment near his university, since that way it was easier for him to travel.

He visited us once in a while, usally on weekends and when he did Mum was always delighted and I guess that was why she cooked a lot of food today. So, that just means I was right! It was a speical occasion - one that Mom and my brother thought it is best to suprise me.

Mom loved us both equally, but since my brother wasn't here she missed him so much and couldn't live without her "baby boy" as she liked to call us - we were still babies to her.

I couldn't believe he came.

"Where's my little baby sister?" Tylha smirked looking around like he couldn't see me.

It was clear from the beginning just how different we were from one another: I was chatty with him and the family, he was quiet; I was outgoing, he was timid; I was bossy, he was subservient. However, we learned to accept each other and these differences from a very young age, ultimately creating one of the most balanced relationships I've ever experienced. Even now, as we're separated due to him attending university, we are still close.

"Well, hello brother-" I crossed my arms and huffed. "- You could have told me you were coming over!"

"Where's the suprise in that?" he says, grinning. He holds his hands out as if to say, Come one, one hug for you're brother?

The gesture makes me laugh, and besides, I can't always be mad at him. His just too hilarious.

"So what did you get?"I ask, he shows me an object that's small.

"What's it called?" I asks.

"There'a a mirror inside but I like to call it compact," He says.

I like the name very much. Compact means small. I also like the way it sounds when you say it: com-pact.

Saying the word makes a sound like itself makes when it snaps shut.

"What do the initials and numbers mean?"I ask,

"I'm not sure."

I run my finger across the letter Z and the number 1 carved across the golden surface.

"But look," I tell him, popping the compact open to show him the inside: a little mirror, made of real glass, and a small hollow where there should be stored powder for my face, but there are diffrent colours. One green, one blue, one red.

"Where's my gift?" Mom asks, amusement mingled with reproach in her voice.

He goes to our dinning table and pulls out a big white box from his bag and puts it on the table. When he opens the lid I see a delicious cake.

The cake looked like a homespun masterpiece. It was fluffy as a pillow, toasty brown, and shot through with plum-colored swirls.

When Mom see's it I hear her gasp.

"Yum," I say,

"Oh no, that's not it." Tylha says and takes out a beautiful neckles and hands it to Mom. She looks at the neckles with awe.

"It's so beautiful!" she exclaims.

Tylha kisses her forehead and says "For my beautiful Mother who deserves more than this,"

"Awe, My baby boy,-" she raffles his hair. "-you're growing up so quickly and every day you look more and more like you're fath-" she stops like she shouldn't have said that.

"Oh, You're saying he looks like dad?" I ask.

Both heads snap towards me like they just rememberd I was there. They looked at each other with unspoked language between them.

Did I say something wrong? Why would they be shocked if I said something about dad?

"Oh yes, yes ... he look's like dad." Mom anwsered, looking down.

I thought I saw hurt on Tylha's face but it was gone in a second. Maybe, It was nothing?

After the dinner table was ready, we all sat down and had dinner with the constant teasing of Tylha and him talking about his time in the university.

Plus, the food was delicious. Yummy!

Dad called us and told us that he won't be coming for dinner but late at night and wasn't here at dinner, like always. He has job and he always comes home late.

I quickly put my plate in the dishwasher, kissed Mom goodbye, remembering the stories she used to tell me when I was a childhood.

That's what I believed. I have been listening to Mom's stories since my birth. Even when I couldn't talk or understand. I would watch mom talk, and while talking mom would raise her brows, move her hands, nod, smile, lower her voice to a whisper and suddenly go loud. I loved it when she did this so much. I could watch her do that for hours and she would tell me many stories for inspriation.

". . . Zarina!-" my brother clicking his fingers in front of me. "Earth to Zarina?"

I quickly got out of my trance and said what was happening. He replied "I was just saying aren't you going to say goodbye?" He raffled my hair like I was some little kid.

"Tylha, Stop!" he chuckled and I sprinted upstairs saying Goodnight for the last time.

Yawning, I lay on my bed reasy for sleep but it didn't come, yet. I was so happy Tylha came, but like alway's Dad didn't. I missed Jem so mu-

I quickly took my phone from my bedside table and texted Jem.

Me: Mom syd yes! Am so glad, c u 2maro:)

Jem: datz damn awesome;) C u den. Btw hw ws ur day? Didn't wanna disturb yah, since ur bro came.

ME: yh, it was fun. Missed yu thou, gdnite dude.

JEM: gdnite . . . c u 2maro;) xxx

Sleep consumed me and I just couldn't wait for tomorrow and I slept thinking about those simple "xxx" that were send by Jem.

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