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Some lives were meant to end short, and some are supposed to end long. My grandma's ending was long to some, but for me it was short. As a result, I go back into time to figure out a way to prevent her death of ever happening. Maybe if she died peacefully in her sleep, I would have moved on with my life and continue my path I was destined to follow. Then again maybe I could pursue my life if her murderer was caught.

"Yes dad, I am on my way to the photoshoot right now. Why would I miss an opportunity to see my cute little siblings in a farmer's market ad?" I laugh at my father.

I drove to Infinity Flower's shop to pick up daisies for Galaxia and then went past the Secret Garden bookstore for Leander and got him the latest mythology novel. Being the oldest sibling comes with a lot of responsibility, always trying to make them happy, being supportive, understanding, being there when they need someone to talk to, and just to be their friend. The hardest matter is keeping my secret from them. I thought it would be the best that they didn't know, and I wanted them to at least have a normal life.

"Oppa," Galaxia shouted, running toward me. "Don't I look really pretty?"

I picked her up and swung her into a hug. I've not been able to visit often because I have been taking photos and been going back and forth in the realms. If my parents wouldn't be too fond with me going back to see grandma. Especially mom, she would want me to stop as soon as I tell her. Dad would be mad at me for bringing it up, since we never talk about it. If we don't talk about it, never happened, that's what my dad told me. Why should we forget about it? Push it back in our distant memory, when the first 15 years of my life was spent with her watching over me, telling me how special my power is and how to never take it for granted.

"Whoa, my little sister looks prettier than ever with these flowers."

"Leander said I look like a toad trying to be a pretty pink princess. Daddy said I look like his little princess," Galaxia went on.

"That's because you do! You look like a yucky toad trying to be a cute princess," Leander shouted to Galaxia still in my arms.

"Yah! That wasn't nice. Apologize to your sister please. She looks beautiful as always," I told Leander.

After I awarded them their gifts and chatted with my dad, for the majority of the shoot. That was until the photographer recognized me. He asked me all sorts of questions like: when did you find your passion for photography, what made you stick to it, and he wants to know all the tips in the book. My reply was very stern and understanding.

"Ever since I was little, I loved the art of the camera. That was when my grandma gave me my first camera. I took it everywhere I went and took photos of everything I could. My grandma really influenced me about being more serious about photography, so it wasn't a calling that I knew I had to pursue. It was more of my grandma believing in me and saw the talent that I was blinded of. Know this, you are always going to be the hardest to please," I replied.

I have a natural deep voice, so when I looked at him to see if he was pleased with my answer or not. All I saw was a black hole in his face. His mouth was wide open, so he was either shocked of my deep voice or of my answer.

After talking to the photographer my dad's mood shifted. Once lighthearted and smiley to intense and mature. I knew it was due to me speaking of my grandma, I just didn't understand why it was such a bad thing. I was only being honest and staying true to myself. Is that such a bad thing?

"Galaxia. Leander. Go to the playhouse and play, I need to talk to your brother alone please," my father sternly said.

All I could do was look away from him. I never liked being scolded especially in front of my siblings.

"I think you know why I wanted to talk to you. Why did you have to bring up your grandma to a total stranger? And in front of your brother and sister. What will your mom think of this?"

Any other time I would tell him that I am sorry and that I'll apologize to my siblings and mom, but today I didn't feel like I was meant to apologize. I said nothing wrong. This had nothing to do with me.

"Why? Why is such a bad thing to talk about grandma? We can freely talk about uncle even though he passed away last year. We never talk about grandma after her passing. What is the difference? They were in our life, we should talk about her. We all loved her. I love her," I raised my voice.

That's when I felt it. My flesh hit hard against my teeth. I started to taste the iron from the blood. He did it. I did it.

"Don't ever raise your voice at me! Don't you have any respect for your father? How dare yo..."

"Oh my god, look at your face! Who did this to you?" I heard my mom's sweet voice.