My Darling Shina - Book Three

Chapter Eight

Time really does go fast when you are furthering your goals. Winter had passed quickly once I started the paperwork for my transfer to France, focusing on getting into an international schools inside of Paris, since it would be likely to gain me more contacts across Europe.

The weather began to heat up and the snow finally began to melt, the first leaves of the flowers Mom always loved poking through as the earth grew warm. Every so often, I would snap a picture to show her when I finally found her again, especially when the snowdrops opened up their delicate white blooms to show that Spring had finally arrived.

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Spring flew by with relatively few arguments with father about me going away, even if he still didn't agree with my desire to go so far away. Contacts in Europe were strengthened and phone interviews with potential schools took place. Father started to remember  more of his past, but nothing of importance to me, talking about the time in middle school when he'd started realizing he was different from the other kids. When he'd realized he didn't see the world the same way others did.

All I could do was scoff and walk away. You're preaching to the choir on that one, father. Me and Emily realized we were different way before middle school. We were okay with it because Mom always loved us anyhow. Too bad father didn't remember that, maybe if he'd finally remembered Mom, he would have joined in the search and had a chance to redeem himself in my eyes.

All he'd done instead was prove he didn't really deserve Mom anymore. He hadn't even tried to listen when I asked him one last time if he would ever search for her. His only response to me was, if he was really meant to be with her, wouldn't he have remembered something after this long? He was right for once. If he did deserve to be with her, he would have remembered something. I mean, even that Leon guy had remembered her after he'd forgotten everything.

Did that mean Leon had deserved to be with mom? Should we have stayed with him all those years ago? Things were becoming confusing, but all that really mattered was finding Mom. Everything else could be dealt with afterwards, as long as I had Mom beside me.

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By the beginning of Summer, a school was chosen and paperwork was transferred between my old school and the new one I would be going to. Before the first week was over, I was on an international flight to Paris, desiring to immerse myself in the culture and get away from my father. I was more than ready to escape from the house that was filled with little more than memories of who we'd lost.

Maybe someday, after I found Mom, we could return and fill the house with new happy memories. With or without father and Emily. But I had a growing suspicion that she was with that guy again and if being with him made her happy, then I would happily just stay there with them and forget the rest of the family ever existed. Of course, if he was keeping her against her will, I'd just as happily kill him and take her away to a safe place where we could be a family again.

I wiped the tear from my cheek as the plane began it's landing procedures. I would need to be strong for Mom. She deserved someone strong to rescue her, if she needed rescuing. If not, then I would be happy to add my strength in protecting her from anyone who would take her from whatever happiness she had found.

Please just let her remember me and still want me to be beside her...