-Quotev saw it first-
I've been collecting pieces of your hair to tuck away in the locket that I wear. Pretty strands that grew in your youth. Pieces that I'll always hold on to.
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[ Amity ]
It's been five days. Five days since I've last seen the Elric brothers. They were such nice boys. I don't think I'll ever forget how nice they were. No one has ever been that nice to me. It still upsets me, they never told me about what they were doing in town, or why they were there. All I knew is that Edward, the oldest (or so they told me) is apart of the military. I felt off about that, and still do, that the boy is so young, and shouldn't be forced into something so cruel. He said he chose to be in the military, as a State Alchemist, but no one, at least from the people I know, chose to be in the military.
My uncle is in the Military. Not sure what position he's in, just know that he's been away from home for almost four years now because of his military status and work. My aunt, the one I live with, is taking care of things on her own, which I know is hard. Having to work two jobs, pay bills, and watch two little children (that aren't even her own) must be a lot of work. Of course, don't forget schooling for the two children, of which have to be homeschooled. Having to pay bills, and pay the teacher is a lot of money, which leaves only so little for groceries, so often we grow our own food in the backyard.
I've gone off topic, I apologize. I met the Elric brothers two weeks ago. They had been staying with our neighbor while Edward was to take his State Alchemist exam. I don't know our neighbor, but I knew his daughter, and their dog. Nina, the daughter, would often come over to play with my little sister, Hana. She'd always bring her dog with her, Alexander. I use past tenses as, they both went missing the day before the brothers left. I don't blame them, nor do I accuse them of anything. They treated Nina like their sister, as I did. Everyone loved Nina. Everyone loves her, and Alexander. They were two of the main sources of happiness in my life.
My life was never easy. My mother died while giving birth to Hana four years ago. Our father walked out of our lives before mom even knew she was pregnant with Hana. My mother was physically and mentally abusive towards me, which got me taken away and sent to live with my aunt (her name is Pema) and uncle (his name is Rolan). When I moved in, a lot was the same, and a lot was different. My uncle was in training to be a military soldier, and was gone most of the time, but got enough time to come home, eat dinner, take a few hours to sleep, and go into work at a bookstore, and repeat the process.
My aunt hired a homeschooling teacher soon after, because she had gotten a new job as a waitress, and already had another job as a cashier. So I was homeschooled from eight am to two-thirty pm on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays. The days I took off, I spent alone, teaching myself how to cook. After Hana was born, and my mother passed, my uncle was drafted, and my aunt had to take Hana in. So, the days my aunt had off, she'd spend the day taking care of Hana, and the days I had off, I spent taking care of her. Once Hana turned two, I was watching her more often, and by that time I knew more than I should have.
I often cooked dinner while doing my homework, and when dinner was done, I'd feed myself and Hana, and save the leftovers for my aunt. I always had Hana cleaned up, dressed, and in bed before seven o'clock at night, and spent the next half hour cleaning the mess we'd made in the living room. By nine o'clock I would be showered, dressed, and in my room. I only see my aunt twice in a day; during breakfast, when she's getting ready for one job, and when she comes home to change for her other. I've never seen her after three o'clock. During summer, I'd watch Nina play with Hana in the front yard while I read books, or wrote short stories.
