My Little Angel

Jamie made his way down the corridor. Where was she? Where?  He turned towards his sister's room. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. From within the room someone was moving about. "GO AWAY JAMIE".

Jamie sighed and leant his head against the door. "When is she going to come out of there?" Jamie could still hear his sister moving around in her room. BOOM. A large crash could be heard from inside her room.

Jamie banged on the door. Locked. "Darn it Luna" he screamed through the door. She was doing it again, trashing her room to deal with it. In a few hours Jamie would be the one cleaning her room. "She does this every time I approach her".

Jamie sighed again and walked back down the corridor into his own bedroom. He walked to the middle of his room and sat down on his double bed. His head was in his hands. "When was she going to deal with her grief?" Jamie took a deep breath and lay down on his bed. The light wasn't on but he could make out the outline of his wardrobe on the opposite wall and next to that was his writing desk.

Jamie closed his eyes and pictured the rest of his room. By the right side of his bed were his journal and his glasses. Yes his journal. Where so many of his life adventures were written. Including the night of his family most grief, the grief his sister still felt. She had locked herself in that room for the better part of half a turn of the mother earth.

"My dearest sister I miss him too". Samuel. Jamie smiled. Luna wasn’t the only one who had loved him. A tear feel down Jamie's faced. He rolled over to face the left side of his room. In the day time when the morning light shone through the room, there would be a small side table and upon it was the photo Jamie treasured the most. Jamie smiled again. Come to think of it, he and his sister treasured this pictured more than any of their other belongings. More than the grandfather clock they had inherited when their father died. Or the necklace that Luna draped around her neck that once belonged to their grandmamma.

For that photo was the only photo that matter. That was the only photo where Jamie could see Samuel’s face.

His copper hair, His brown eyes.

Samuel.