1995 Christmas

-Chapter Two-

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"What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down."
-It's a Wonderful Life

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 Morning of December 24th, 1995

            The moon faded away, the sun made a scene that played for an entire half of the world. It shined brightly through the thin curtains of Estefan's window. He was happy it was no longer nighttime.

            He grabbed a new fresh pair of clothes and raced to get ready. He had to hop down the hallway of the second story so he could tie his boots. He brushed his teeth in his parents room but the annoying cowlicks made him go to his sister's bathroom.

            She always fixed his hair for him.

            The house was set up where the kids were upstairs and parents were downstairs, it was a perfect set-up Estefan thought.

            There was a dead, defeated cloud of worry that stormed over his sister who was in the bathroom. The tips of her fingers lifted her extra large Beetles shirt to look at her stomach. "Hey, sis?"

            "What?" Her monotone voice whispered. She couldn't take her eyes off of herself, her eyes watered.

            "...A-are you gonna die?"

            Kimberly whipped around to Estefan before she looked back, "No! No I'm not... Buddy, I just want to be alone for a while. Can you please go?" Her voice was started to quiver, Estefan could see her red puffy eyes from glancing at the body-mirror.

            They were silent, it felt like an eternity for the two.

            Estefan's bobbed his head, he casually reached over the counter of the bathroom to grab the hairbrush. He turned to his sister who didn't move back at first. For an millisecond he felt she was going to leap around and ruffle his hair so more of his fluffy black hair would curl up.

            She didn't, she just blankly stared at her stomach. He was confused, she hated showing her stomach to anyone. Her dark hair was more noticeable against her olive skin and she always begged their mom to help her bleach it for summer. "Today-?"

            "Next year."

            "But-"

            "Estefan! Just get the hell out!" She shrieked.

            For a moment Kimberly breathed heavily, but she gasped after she came to the realization of what she did. Her wild eyes twisted with concern. She whipped around to see Estefan gone. "E-Estefan, I-I didn't mean it like that. Buddy!" Kimberly sprinted after him, she ran too fast for her stick figure and slammed into the wall. A picture on the wall of Kimberly giving Estefan a piggy back ride fell and tumbled down the stairs. The rough carpet gave little padding to the glass.