Deluge - Drown

~Chapter 2 : Reunited~

Clapping and cheering appeared from within the darkness as the light in front of my face vanished, with one breath.
"Happy Birthday Eunbi!!"
"You're finally 6!!"
I look up at both my parents, their smiles burning into my memory. I watch both my parents stand up, one opening the curtains to the radiating sun and the other bringing out plates, forks and a knife. I eagerly wait, with my hands fidgeting on my knees and my head constantly turning to look at the cake and back at my mother. Just as she walks back to the table, i could see my little brother jumping around her, just as excited to eat the cake as i am.
My father walks back to the table, placing my brother on one of the chairs and then plopping himself down on another.

"Here honey, let me help"

Starring at my mother, she places a thinly sliced piece of cake onto a porcelain plate, handing it off to my dad before being dropped off in front of my watering mouth. The cake was perfect. pure as snow, and coated with a beautiful layer of what i assumed to be sugary goodness.

Everyone around the table grabbed their forks and rushed to gobble down every crumb of cake before the corny jokes had eventually fell out of my fathers mouth. Every giggle and laugh echoed and bounced between the creamy walls of the dinning room before they eventually dispersed into the silence of midnight.

My mother was fairly small, petit at that and yet my father was fairly tall for a male in my town. My mother had long beautiful creamy black hair, her figure that of a model and her face was that for everyone to only wish for. My dad on the other hand was not as perfect as my mother, as what it seemed to others. But he was just as gorgeous as my mother herself. His body carefully sculped and his face was just as pronounced as my mothers. They were perfect together.

Every moment they were together felt like a dream. A beautiful utopian dream, their laughs harmonised angelically and they smiles beamed of love and pride.

And yet even then. With all that love in their hearts eventually my mother still had space for someone else.

For the next couple months i was driven back and forth in my mothers car, towards court buildings and to hotel rooms. It was hard not seeing my parents sharing memories together and even if they were I'm sure they were not positive ones. And yet even with all that stress and suffering my mothers face always seemed so calm and numb. Not once did she seem even a tad bit of distress and yet i never really seemed to care anyways. But as the days turned to weeks and the weeks turned to months i finally moved to a big beautiful house with my brother. Following our mother carelessly into unfamiliar territory. We were greeted with a strange male face.

Every time i peered my head from behind my mothers legs and had starred into his eyes, my body felt fear coursing through my veins. It was something of which i had never felt before. I was confused and worried and every emotion that has every possibly existed kept squeezing on my small heart before eventually, over the course of a matter of weeks. I was hospitalised.

All that unfamiliarity and all those new memories and every morning waking up to strange faces. Even if he called himself my father my body would never be able to get used it.

My mother was not a bad person. I never blamed her for sharing her heart with someone else, but what i did blame her for was the abandonment of me. Even with the luxury of living with her new boyfriend and having being able to take her children with her, it was still always a burden for me to be so horribly sick. And so eventually, one morning. I finally opened my eyes to the glistening rays of light sticking to the skin of my father. My actual father.

"I'm taking you home BiBi"

Smiles turned to tears and tears turned to weeps. My heart finally felt as ease as i was reunited with my father again after agonising months. Every sickening month of my family being separated was another moment of my life spend laying in the soft and warm comfort of a hospital bed. Careless to say but even my own mother was never seen in this room with me. I would say i felt disappointed and heart broken but the reason i really was sick. Was because i knew that my father was the one. The only one that really did care about me the most.

Over a couple days of being examined and allowed permission of being sent home, i was finally able to step back into the home that i loved the most. The home i grew up in, learned to be human in. The only place that truly made me feel safe. And i was here. I was here with my father.

But there was always something dwelling on my mind. Something twisting and turning in my stomach, looping my intestines and tying them in knots.

Where is my brother?