Blue Sunflowers [discontinued]

12

T W E L V E :  b i g    s i s

As of now, let us leave the broken relationship of mother and daughter. . . Let us go to the Reiss manor, in which for the eldest daughter,morning began with dread.

Groggily, she opened her eyes, frustrated at the dream she had. It was magical and fantastic - and quite childish also. A small smile was playing in her chapped, morning lips. Dried drool could be seen from the corners of her lips, and she immediately rubbed them away, conscious if someone were to knock in her door.

She looked at the space beside her, seeing her husband long-gone. He must have slept in his own room or just never went to the mansion. He said he hated the place.

Luckily, she heard no knocks or whatsoever.

Rising from her bed, which was a canopy slightly shielded with lacy, silver draperies, Frieda could much see the mighty sun awakening from the translucent veil between them. The glorious rays of the star was refreshing, as the eldest daughter uttered her morning prayer - but addressed to no god. It was more like her wishes. . . More like the law of attraction. She was a psychologist, so she knew this.

It was when a person always tells himself or herself what they always and will want - and their brain gets attracted to it - whatever. We don't get the things we want.

"Please," her lips parted slightly as her hair veiled parts of her fair image, "please let the rest of my family stay together. . . "

Her family hadn't been well lately . . .

A knock pierced through her tiny haven of dissociation, making her come back to her senses. Frieda turned her head to the side, seeing her younger sister Florian peer through the drapes, who bore very striking resemblances to Historia.

Blonde hair, same blue eyes, same expression. . . They seemed like twins. Ironically enough, they had different mothers, but Historia was born on January fifteenth, Florian on the fourteenth.

What sort of wizardy was Rod into?

Florian was in low spirits. Contours in her face were illuminated slowly as the sun arose, beaming upon their manor. "Frieda," she said softly, "Abel . . . She decided to be a nun."