December

Two large doors open into the entrance of the Kuran Manor. Kaien Cross, the nation's most renowned hunter, walks in to see the two most powerful Purebloods of his time. He has no opinions on the dark velvet carpeting on the stair case leading to a balcony over the small livingroom set up under it. The not-too-fluffy carpet place precariously under the two plush couches equally apart from eachother.

Haruka Kuran, the middle child of the Kurans. He turns to see Kaien and smiles, extending his hand.

Juri, the baby Kuran. She turned and just like that... Kaien had an opinion on everything. How her dark brown, auburn ablaze in the sunlight, bouncy, hair spun off her shoulder. Her glistening dark pooling eyes bore into his soul like she was reading every single word of his life. With a single smile he was entrapped in her beauty. Her heart was as pure as the day was long. And oh were they long without her in it.

This intense admiration my father held for my mother is what kept her afloat when my uncle died. And it's what birthed me into the world.