Orphan in Limbo

New Addition

--- 2 Weeks Later ---
--- 10th of December, 1962 ---

2 weeks have elapsed since Judy's birthday and the winter days were looming gradually as the signs of autumn were vaguely petering out, resulting more chilling days as the first snow was already a phenomenon a handful of days ago.

The Christmas holidays were approaching as they were in a matter of 2 weeks only.

Whilst Judy was kipping on the king sized bed in her bedroom, Timothy and Odette were supervising the plants by watering them even when the weather was unbearably cold. Moreover, the afternoon hours verged to die as the evening ones dawning gradually.

Whilst the forner priest was watering the planted plants and flowers in the flower pots, the juvenile singer was thrumming inwardly, melodiously to herself, casting a gawk at Timothy as he grasped in one of his mammoth, milky as vanilla hands the watercan, surveying by the way he was watering them as if they were the most precious or one of a kind plants in the barrens.

"How do we plan to celebrate Christmas, dad?" Odette enquired with humongous inquisitiveness, vomited in her velvety as feather voice.

"Oh! 2 weeks until Christmas and here we go!" Sarcastic, jubilant chuckle tickled the corners of his mouth by ducking, watering the plants as the jet water drenched the forest brown soil. Layer of moistness glinted translucent pigments. "What my instincts tell me, we will celebrate it at home just like how your mother would say."

"How about Kit? Would ya mind he being a part of our Christmas celebration?" The brunette questioned as her lip curled the question as her hazelish-brown orbs blinked frequently at the thought of her boyfriend.

"Of course, I don't mind, Odie! Since you want him to celebrate with us, why not including him part of your Christmas present?" Beaming smile cradled her rosy-coloured, plumpish lips as it reassured Odette her father's direct response.

"It's so kind of ya for allowing me to invite him to celebrate with us since he hasn't got a family with whom to share one more Christmas moment."

"Oh!" The former holy man cried out surprised, biting his bottom lip with his anterior ivory teeth as his heart sunk profoundly as its mist, somber, abysmal ocean of the plaguing death. His smile was wiped off his pale as ghost complexion as distress was sketched upon it. "What happened to his family?"

"Well, what I know about his family is that his parents passed away a couple of years ago, as a result, of brain cancer in the mothah's case, whereas in his father's one was a heart attack at age 50." In the meantime, the former member of the church was beyond mortified even upset after hearing the tragic story behind Kit's deceased parents.

Goosebumps smeared their mossy skins afterwards, responding to the young man's melancholic backstory.

"I'm so sorry for hearing all this. I didn't know that he lost his family at such fragile age."

"It's alright. I'm still asking myself how," Meantime, the young lady's violent, frequent baby kick caught her off guard as she verged to resume her utterance, bowing lightly her head as her both elvish, smooth hands lowered to the bump, resting them on its immense ounce of a fresh life, growing inside her. "Oh! Christ! He overcame this trial." Another vigorous baby kick overwhelmed the young lady as she felt her knees' physical stamina petering out. "Oh shit! I admire his persevering nature."