Moon Girl

Seventeen - Sunday

Krystal spent most of Sunday with her parents and doing homework. Since Nancy died, she never let her grades slipped but she stopped caring about school. She'd google answers for homework and cheat on tests. It wasn't Krystal's smartest idea, but it kept everyone at bay, like she wanted.

"Krystal, can you come help me cook?" Her mother called. Normally Krystal would throw a fit for her cutting into her sulking time, but today she didn't protest.
"Sure."

Krystal and her mother stood shoulder to shoulder as they cooked in the kitchen. Her mother kept stealing glances at her but she pretended not to notice.
"Oma K says you and a friend came to visit her." Krystal bit back a smile.
"She's such a gossip." Krystal shook her head.
"Yes, she is." Her mother agreed with a laugh. "She said you brought a boy."
"Blake."
"Blake." Her mother repeated. "Oma says she likes him." Krystal smiled.
"Blake is very charming, I'm surprised Oma didn't ask to marry him. She giggled at all his stories." Mrs. Kamowski smiled.
"I'm glad someone was there to make her feel young and giddy again." Krystal drew in a seep breath, thinking of her grandmother.

I was so caught up in my own sadness to realized I wasn't the only one who lost someone. Two someone's. My parents, Oma and other family members lost Nancy and Opa too. Shame on me for being so selfish.

"I think she will ask be about Blake for the rest for time. I hope I continue to have more to tell her each time." She said mindlessly. Mrs. Kamowski gave her daughter a hopeful smile.

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In his spare time Officer Hardy liked to build things. He wasn't the best and it took him forever to finish anything but he enjoyed it, so no one protested. Being in law enforcement is a stressful job, his family found it reassuring that he at least had one thing he would work away the stress with.

Blake found his father out in the garage working on his latest project.
"Hi dad." Mr. Hardy glances over his shoulder.
"Hey kid."
"Whatcha making?"
"A lamp!" He moved away from the wires and wood to show his son his newest project.
"Do you know anything about electrics?" His father proudly smiled.
"Nope, but the YouTubes does." Blake laughed at his dad technical innocence.
"Well, I'm glad someone can help, even if it's a stranger from the internet." He admired his dad's curiosity. It was the same one that ran in his blood too.
"How was your day yesterday? We barely saw ya."
"Uh, yeah. Sorry. Do you remember Krystal Kamowski?" His fathers face fell.
"How could I forget? Poor girl." He shook his head. "Poor family. Why do you ask?"
"That's who I was with yesterday. We are paired for a project. That who I was with last Sunday too." His dad chuckled.
"Your mother could not remember her name for the life of her, she just kept saying some girl." Blake smiled, his mother was never very good at remembering names.
"Well, she hasn't seen her grandma since Nancy and her grandpa died a few years later. I went with her. She's nice." Officer watched his son for a moment.
"How did that happen?" Blake sank onto the stool behind him with a huff.
"I offered to go with her." He shook his head, embarrassed. "I don't even know why! She just told this sad story and I could help but thinking how she already lost Nancy and her grandpa and now she doesn't know how to go back to her grandma and then I thought about GiGi and how much I loved her." Blake hung his head and he fiddled with his fingers. "I just wanted to help." He said softly.

I have to admit it was nice. Oma K is so wonderful. She reminds me of my GiGi. So full of life and stories. Krystal said Oma K loved me but I truly believed a piece of me loves her too. She was so sweet and inviting. Krystal laughed and smiled, she was herself. The real Krystal Kamowski, the one I want to keep getting to know. I know so many different versions of her, my favorite was the girl, joking with her Oma on a blue 80's couch.

"Was she glad she went?" His father finally asked after a long moment of silence.
"Yeah, I think so. She looked happy."
"Then you did the right thing kid." Mr. Hardy rubbed his sons shoulder. "Come on, help me build this lamp and tell me more about Krystal and her grandmother."
"Oma, she goes by Oma. It's German for grandma." Blake rolled up his sleeves as he talked.

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"Hey, I'm going to visit my mother, I'll be back for dinner." Mr. Kamowski leaned on the door frame the the living room. Krystal and her mother were curled up on the couch, both reading book.
"I'll go with you!" Krystal slapped her book closed. Both parents looked at her bewildered.
"You just saw her yesterday." Her mother politely pointed out.
"I know, I feel bad for all the years I missed. Plus, she made a cake the other day and it's so good." Mr. Kamowski smiled at the new flicker of life in his daughter.
"Well, I'd be glad to take you, come on."

I've always been daddy's little girl. Nancy and mom we're close and I respected that; but no matter my age, I was still a 6 year old to my father. Part of me liked that. I liked him believing in my innocence, dispute my few wild streaks.

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I think it's unfair that someone could be so good at staring contests. Isn't it normal for your eyes to water and to want to blink? Apparently not to Gabriel. She could rival Krystal in this!

Blake blinked.
"Ha! I won, you do the dishes tonight." He groaned and smacked his forehead on the table.
"You were dumb enough to do a staring contest with the creep." Hannah whispered before she disappeared from the dinner table.
"Come on Blake, I'll help you." His mother offered. They stood up together and collected the dishes from dinner.

She will pay for this!