In Time We Trust

Prologue

***********Twelve years ago**************

      I look over to my right as I see my father break down next to me, his shoulders shaking as his bangs fall over his eyes, the once strong face that I had grew to know disappearing like a shooting star across the night sky.

        Me being only six years old, can not really understand the results of the events that happened. But as I stand there, looming over my mothers grave and listening to the weeping man beside me, I realize that I will not be getting my best friend back. I realized this a while ago, but my young mind still can not grasp the fact that she is not coming back.

          They say the pain goes away after a while, but so far for me, it has not. Her death may have happened two years ago, but I remember it well. Or, as well as a four year old could at that age. My father never got over it, but he stays strong for my sake. We have been coming here ever since the accident that claimed her life, and despite being gone for two years, it still feels as if she is with us.

           I reach over and grab my fathers hand as he squeezes my little one in return. Pulling me away from the grave as we walk back towards the car, I see the pain in his eyes. The pouring rain overhead smoothing down his brown hair and covering his chocolate brown orbs.

            The drive to a nearby diner that my parents used to take me to was a quiet one. With the only noise being the rain hitting off the windshield. But I didn't mind, in fact, it was peaceful. When we pull up and park the car, I throw my father a cheery grin to lighten the mood as he bows a little and helps me out of the car. His eyes softening gently.

             Once we reach the stairs, I see a middle aged woman walking down in a hurry with what I assume is her two daughters coming behind her. They both look around my age, with the only exception being our appearance. The woman with her shoulder length brown hair and green eyes looking back at her daughters with an unreadable expression. Both of them looking almost identical to their mother, except like me, they have long hair that reach to about their middle back.

               I watch as she trips down the stairs, falling into my fathers arms as he breaks her fall. I cannot conceal my surprise as my facial features resemble the other two girls about my age. But the two adults do not seem to notice as they gaze into each other's eyes, neither one looking as if they will pull away anytime soon.

I pull on my fathers slacks gently, catching his attention as he clears his throat and attempts to start conversation with the strange woman standing before him. I did not know what was happening, and based on the looks of the other girls, neither did they.

I feel the slight anger building up in me as I watch my father invite her to come and have a coffee with him. However I quickly brush it away as I assume it is only a friendly gesture. Grumbling as I stomp up the steps behind them, I try to start conversation with the two girls next to me, but they ignore me and run after the adults.

Sighing as I run up the remainder of the stairs to catch up with them. I sit across from my father and the woman who declares that her name is Heather, silently eating my donut and listening, as she introduces her daughters Holly and Samantha. I notice the light in my fathers eyes as they shine at the jokes Heather is telling him, jokes that are beyond my capability of understanding.

I felt the anger rising inside me once again as the thoughts of my mother come back to me. How is he able to laugh and joke with another woman in the same way he had done with my mother years ago? It baffled me.

Fore how can a man who was so deeply in love, forget the connection he formed in an instant. It is beyond my six year old self to understand. Watching them reach for the same napkin and their fingers touching by mistake, had been the point where I stopped watching what had brought back painful memories of my mother.

I could tell without looking at them that their cheeks were rosy at the unexpected action. But as I observe closer, with the way Heather touches my fathers shoulder in laughter, perhaps it was not an accident. He was a good looking man, and had charms that almost any woman would fall for. In my world, he was my Prince Charming. The one only heard of in fairy tales.

             I finish the rest of my lunch as I wait patiently for everyone else to finish. The two girls talking amongst themselves, completely ignoring my presence. As I slump in my seat visibly irritated, I find myself hoping that this would be the last time I would ever see them again. But I could not push back the nagging feeling that I was wrong.

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                    ~RagingFlames