Survival Under Protection - Book One

3 - A peep into the past

Edited on 31st May '19. Happy Reading!!

If someone wants a happening plot for their film, they should come to visit the Wilson dining room at breakfasts and dinners.

My room was on the first floor and I stepped down to the dining hall and the scene here would be unique every morning. Joe and Andy were fighting over the TV remote, and Alex was giving live commentary on the fight.

Jack was shouting out pancake recipes from the Internet to dad because of the loud TV volume along with Alex's commentary. And John was helping dad with sorting out the recipe, well in the real world.

It's not like a rocket science dish and almost all of us knew how to make pancakes. But dad, being a dad wanted to fill in mom's shoes while she was not around for some days.

And Logan was, as usual, going through the newspaper, being least bothered about what's happening around.

He has always been like this, the boss of the house, and considered all of his brothers and sister as kids. Huh, that's how my family is.

"Morning, Daddy." I hugged my dad. He had undergone so much lately and still, he would never show up the sorrow on his face. Not even when mum was not around. I could feel how much he missed her. We all did.

"Good morning, lil Ria! Today you will get to have dad's special pancakes. Go and set up the table. Go!! Joeeee!! Help your sister set up the table for everyone. Breakfast in 2 minutes." Dad shouted with super excitement and this ended Joe's and Andy's remote war including Alex's loud commentary.

Joe started setting up the plates and I placed the napkins and spoons around them. "How are you taking up things, Ria?" Joe asked while he moved beside me.

"Not that well, Joe. But I guess we have to move on... at least for Dad."

I started recalling the past few days when I saw dad a little sad. He must be missing mum and uncle Garry.

Dad has always been jolly. We all were, at our old home.

I would always miss my big family. My joint family. How can I forget how happy we were, living with uncle Garry, dad's older brother.

It was a bigger family all together with aunt Milly, Gino, and Mark.

I always felt bad for what had happened to Gino. It's tough for a kid to lose parents at such a young age. But uncle Garry and aunt Milly never let him feel lonely and loved him just like Mark. So did my parents.

Joe and I used to play with Mark and Gino when we were little kids and I still remember myself making handmade birthday cards for them on their birthdays.

But very soon Mark and Gino started distancing themselves from me. I really don't know why they always hated me. Maybe because uncle Garry used to love me the most in those days.

But things changed a lot when I turned 8. My uncle started hating me and scolding me for every little thing, "You are a little girl now. But when you grow old, you are gonna cause your family so much shame and embarrassment. All you girls are the same!! Get out of my sight."

And eventually, every word uncle Garry uttered for me were scoldings and abuses.

My dad used to fight for me with uncle, but he respected and loved his brother equally so he never rose his voice upon uncle, and neither he allowed any of my brothers to do that.

Aunt Milly, on the other hand, was always soft and caring towards me, but she was too meek as well to stop uncle's torments and in due course, she became sick for a prolonged time.