Night Angel

Friendly Family.

I never realized how much time I actually spend eating. Not until it dawned on me that Aunt was a tad bit stingier in spending money for sweets and groceries.

Now I wasn't a dimwit; had I known that it would come to eating porridges for breakfast I would have stored some good bread for myself and brought them with me, saved my aunt a dime or two and even shared some.

I would have, had someone actually mentioned I even had an aunt.

All through the morning I stared at her, out of begrudging curiosity, at her benevolent face showing indifference at such crude levels I had to check myself twice to make sure I hadn't turn into a frog on my way here.

It's true what they say; pretty faces always come with egotistical problems.

And than I was peeking at the picture of my Ma, and than at her. And than at Ma, and than her. And so on and so on. It was just that, she had the most astonishing resemblance to her. My Ma made her look like the wench who sat near the church on Saturday mornings.

She caught my look on the shine of the butcher knife she was using to cut apples, and squinted, "What is it that you want, girl?"

"I want Da. I want to go home." Came my quick grumble.

She cackled, "I want Da. I want to go home." She mimicked under her breath making me feel the utmost ridiculous, "That's the same thing I said just before I got married."

"Wait. You actually got married?"

"Yes."

"A nice, noble husband?"

"Mhm."

"And you didn't, by some teeny weeny accident, one day imagined him as an apple and chopped him into pieces?"

A chunk of apple flew high up in the air, giving me a remisince of the birds back home, "Do you want a spanking, girl?"

"No Aunt."

"Very well."

"Aunt?"

She continued chopping.

"Why am I here?"

Truly, I missed everything. Da especially , Myra too, and the knickers we had. The bird watching... the book. The only book that actually made me want to read throught it. It was brimming with all the types of birds from all over the world.

I forgot to bring it with me.

She grunted, piling the slices into a plate and moving towards the stove, "Might I mention that your father thinks you were being an ungrateful brat by not attending your classes. Tell me why?"

"You might not," I replied, but nonetheless, hope flared in my chest. Did she actually care? Will she get me out of here?

Continuing her cooking, she said, "And no, I don't emote unnesecary expressions unless you pay me for it."

I slumped in the chair, pouting, "I am your neice."

"Earlier this morning you had no idea I was even there. Two minutes ago you just insulted my marriage. What am I to you again?"

"Your neice?"

She cupped a hand around her ear, "Come again?"

I crossed my arms across my chest and glared, "A unicorn?"

She pulled a big peice of doe on the slabe and shook her head, "Such non sense would not be tolerated in my house."

"Then let me go." In such cruical times, anyone will strip themselves off their silk clothes and bend down to the new king of the state, "You don't even have to bring me a carriage. I can walk myself home."