The Light At The Edge

Normalcy

            At the age of nineteen, a woman named Lyra gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Her name was October. Two years later, she had another, but due to complications with the birth, she died. Louise, named after her grandmother, survived and continued to live with her sister, her father, and her grandmother, the only remaining family in their worlds. Three years later, something happened to their father. People just came in and took him away. The girls didn't understand why, but it made their father a distant memory. Their faint recollections of him included flashing lights, men with handcuffs, and the daisies he would always bring home for them.
            Flash forward fifteen years and it's present day Minnesota. The girls grew up tending to the cows and studying for school. Their grandmother always made sure food was on the table and clothes were on their backs, though they never had money for much of anything else. They were always content with their life and stuck together through everything. After all, they only had each other. They could never really make friends at school. The other kids didn't really want to be friends with orphans. They never really liked what they couldn't understand. Nonetheless, the girls found other things they enjoyed that didn't need friends. October would paint and Louise would grow flowers. More specifically, October would paint daisies and Louise would grow daisies. They grew up loving daisies and never knew why.
             Those girls were me and my older sister. We grew up simply and we liked it that way. We were born from tragedy, and realized very young that that's how life was. Maybe that's why when Nana was hospitalized we knew what was to come from it. It was what happened afterwards that we could have never predicted.