One Full Moon in Stanford

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Friday? Oh Really. Looks like my sense of time slipped away.

It's been hell of a week, if they may say. My brother, Claude, is in town and he's visiting us often than usual. Perhaps, it could be because of my father's new girlfriend. He never approved of it. I kept reminding him, that they have their own life now and they still need that someone they could grow old with.

Well, it's not a problem for my mother. She kept herself busy from all the traveling and new meditation techniques. She never did try to look for another man; insisting that she's happy having us.

It has been 4 years since they got a divorce. I was eighteen back then, my brother was twenty-two. Claude, my one slut of a brother, still hopes they could get back together. I did too, but...

"What's use of being together, if you know you're not happy right?"

That's what mom use to tell me when I urged them to just try again. From then on, I understood them... Well not just understand, I think I took that as my life aphorism when my little Samantha came to me.

Making my way to her room, I noticed a paint stain on the carpet towards the door. I sighed and continue. After three knocks, I twisted the knob and realized another locked down.

"Samantha! What did I told you about locking doors?" No response. The last time this happened was her first attack.

"Sam?!" I half-screamed, but still no answer.

"Samantha?" breathing out the last syllable, panicking. I ran towards the hallway cabinet and pulled out the house spare keys. Sprinting and panting back to her door, I could say I could sign up for a marathon from it. Scrambling myself to locate the keyhole, I finally manage to insert it and busted my way in.

There laid my angel, peacefully sleeping with her earplugs on. I smiled, dragging my shaky legs towards her bed.

"Mom?'' her eyelids fluttered open when I caressed her cheeks. Rubbing her eyes she reached for a morning hug, crushing her into my arms.

"Mom, why are you crying?" as she held my face.

"You locked the door...again" I smiled through the teary lashes.

"Em Sorry, I di-nt mean to.. Uncle Claude tucked me in last night, maybe he forgot" she smile her reassuring smile. She's too smart for a four-year old.

"OOH Sam, Mom's very sorry. I thought something happened when I didn't hear you answer."

Giving her another quick hug, I loosened my arms and kissed her rosy cheeks.

"Well, come on honey, you got a visitor"

"A Visitor? Who?" Her voiced chimed, pitching high in excitement.

"You have to go down and see?" I sang to her, chasing her out the room. "Waaaahh" She wailed out a mouthful of squeal.

"I.. GOTCHA!"

"Aaahh Aunt Sonia !!!" She jumped into my cousin's arms and locked her legs into her aunt's waist.

"Oh Sam! Happy Birthday Honey!!" My eyes got wide when they hugged, trying not to break a laugh. Having Samantha's back facing me, her blonde hair blended with Sonia's brown curls.

"You're hair grew!" as her aunt, settle her down the floor.

She twirled and pushed her hair back. I rolled my eyes at her; she's vain like her fathe-..

Like her father... hmm.

She got her features from her father. Her nose, her hair color, her smile... that smile, all from him. She got her curls from me of course, her pale complexion and her ears. But those smiles-