The Girl Behind The Garden

Epilogue: Eden's life

Oliver's p.o.v

"What is this?" I asked, getting a shrug from my dad.

"I have no idea," He responded, "You're grandad just called us together."

"So that's why Uncle Maddy and Uncle Malcolm are here," I reasoned, "I hope whatever it is will be good."

     I looked around the room to see that a large portion of my family had shown up to our house. Uncle Cass and Uncle Dean were sitting on the couch while Uncle Maddy and Uncle Malcolm were standing next to the wall, bickering jokingly as usual. There were some others as well. My mom's old friend Gust had made an appearance, sitting at the table with the two dogs. 

"He said it was your thirteen year old birthday present," He mentioned, causing me to furrow my eyebrows.

"I'm fifteen, Dad," I reminded him, causing him to shrug.

"Alright," Grandpa's voice broke through, "Everyone ready?"

"Grandpa, I don't even know what I'm supposed to be ready for," I shouted.

"It's you're thirteen year old birthday present," He yelled back, still not being able to be seen, "And yes, I know. It's late. But it took some time to get together. It's not an easy task to retrieve someone else's memories."

"What are you talking about, Chuck?" Sam called out.

"You'll see," He answered, coming into view.

   Just then, Uncle Jack walked through the door holding what I assumed was a homemade cake. He smiled at me goofily, messing up my hair. 

"Hello Oliver," He greeted, handing me the cake to put on the table, "I was asked to come." 

"I see," I laughed, pulling him in for a hug before grandpa called us over. 

    He brought out an old film, that was surrounded in a sparkling gray color. Dad gasped, causing me to furrow my eyebrows. When I gazed at the film, my eye's widened. It looked so familiar.

"Is that..." Uncle Maddy trailed off, his eyes wide.

   A few gasps ran throughout the adults, causing me to huff in confusion.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Hush and you'll learn," Grandpa said, "So impatient."

   All of the sudden, a screen dropped down slowly from the sky. We all looked at each other in confusion but didn't say anything. Grandpa put the film in the old film player, letting it light up the board.

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   A countdown played, then revealing a face. Uncle Dean's laughing face flashed by as a hand, one that from the perspective we were looking at looked like the viewers, patted the Scooby Doo band aid on his cheek, causing me to smile.

"If you love me, you'd where it," A voice pleaded, one that I recognized. 

"Fine," Uncle Dean's voice grumbled, swatting her hand away and walking out of the old bunkers doors.

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   The video ended, another flowing in easily. It was one of Dad and the perspective inches apart, laughing. The perspective's hand grabbed Dad's hand, pulling it back and making a nose shape with its hand. It handed it to a small child.

"Thanks Mom!" A small child squealed, causing me to gasp.

That was me.

"No problem," A sweet voice answered.