12 Connections

"Please find me." A child was saying. She has very soft refined yet still childish looking features. She had beautiful aqua blue eyes.

"Who am I to you?" I felt the connection. But why? I just couldn't understand.

"Mo..er .. .. s..l. .ind .e." She was reaching for me. I felt the need to find her. May...be my Mother's instincts were kicking in. It pained me to not be able to find her. I knew her. But how.

"What happened?"

Then I saw pictures of a house it was inconspicuous in between a bunch of row homes that all look the same then I saw a letter at the head name address. I would remember the information from my dream. I looked at this house it was foster care home. I didn't full explore the foster care system but just a few foster home that had children up for adopted. That made me feel like I was looking at puppies in a box or going to the supermarket to pick out fruit. I got fustrated and stopped. Why is the system so fucked up? But I truly wanted a happy home full of life before becoming a vampire. I tried to focus while I basicly window shopped for a child. I was a little depressed by my analogy of the situation.

I was already looking into adoption. We were even looking into moving away from the Cullens. Bryant is willing to explore and live the family man life. But their are problem that come a long with that choice and risk. Other vampires especially the Volturi well just one Aro. I'm not worried about the others. I remember peices and parts of a life as a vampire from way back then but only pieces. I truly was happy with someone who wasn't Bryant. But I can't full remember who. that part of my soul was drawn to him the unknow person of one of my past live. I won't tell him.

I watch Bryant train his abilities. He did it everyday. Meditating tracking even taking picture of nature in the process. Then Bryant was keeping us busy from sun up to sun down.

But now I wanted to find the foster home in my dreams. It wasn't hard I just went into my history on the computer and done. I found the pictures and addresses.

I went and looked. Outside was a little girl blonde with blue eyes caucasian with classical features. The same girl from my dreams. I recognized her but not just from my dreams. She felt closer.

"Can you adopt me?"

She blurted out, [Now, which life was pushing this interaction. I wondered]

"Yes!" Mireya surprised herself blurting out an answer just as quickly as the little girl. She hadn't even talked with Bryant about this adoption. Heck, she didnt even tell him about the dream. Although, he was aware of my search for the foster home.

The little girl was happy. You could feel it. It was an unnatural but natural feeling. It wasn't my orginal feeling but I wasn't about to reject a good genuine feeling coming from the little girl.

But she was my current mystery. Who are you to me?

We had to take classes and go threw all the legality. It took time. And then we stood before a judge and adopted Dyme. She visited us and left most of the stuff at our house. We both felt that this was a done deal. We just had to go threw the motion in the system. She went and pulled out 10 drawing diaries. She was too much like me.

"I will read them when we get you home. Bryant is with your baby brother." I sad to Dyme. The words sounded natural. Those words felt natural. I looked in the rear faced mirror and she smile a beautiful smile. My heart was warmed by the sight of that smile. I drove a total of four hours all the while piano lullaby music played.

When we got back home. Bryant was holding the car seat standing at the door waiting for us. After taking classes with me he knew today was the day we bring Dyme home. Bryant put the baby in the house then came back to grabbed what was left of Dyme's luggage. While I carried the picture diaries. These treasure were histories and truths unknown that could bring calamity and destruction.

It did this to Bryant and now it was my turn.

We sat at the dining room table while dyme put the books in order. Then she sat down next to me.

"These seven books is the life lived before I separated from you. This one books are the life lived after and these two books are my current life." Dyme looked at the books sadly.

I openned the first book. And I was shocked. I saw a life I could barely remember. But she was grown. I only have the point of view from childhood.

"Didyme?!"

I remembered wanting to split off that part of my soul. Like cells splitting at a certain life.

"Mother of my soul. You found me." I hugged Dyme with all the love I could muster. When I touched her I could feel something leaving me and going to her. I then releases her. what lift was the part of her soul that carried the childhood memories. She now had a complete soul.

I no longer had access to those memories or the feelings of being attracted to another person in this world. But the importance of these 7 books. I slowly looked threw the books imprinting it to memory. This New moon was coming with a few surprises.

"Mother of my soul" Dyme said I couldn't help but feel joyous. I also felt that everything in me embraced her, millions of hugs in one and I kissed Dyme's forehead and that kissed held millions of kisses from a mom to her child. Bryant watched from the side. He was taking it all in.

Bryant wisphered "She has a soulmate." He rubbed his head in a way that shown he was stressed. He gained a daughter, only to realized, he was going to have to give her away. when the time came to give her away. Well, she is six years old now. He rubbed his chin. He had time to enjoy being a father to Dyme

She would need to be introduced to her whole family. Letting her enjoy some form of childhood. Keeping her safe.

All this in the mist of Bella's birthday coming up. Mireya rubbed her forehead. Time for a family meeting.

But That would have to be tomorrow.

I looked at Dyme's 2nd life book and it was one book. She was an immortal child. She knew the horror of being trapped in a body of a baby for 20 years. [I'm glad it wasn't hundreds of years.] Living with the impulse to feed a never ending hunger. God this book was a nightmare I inwardly cringed at the picture. But I continued looking. This was Dyme's lives and a

of them she is who she is today, individual from me. We will never be the same but we will always be connected. If only burning this book to ash could alleviate those memories. But I carefully put the book down. Learn from the past or repeat it. These books were like history book from a personal persective. Biographies from the soul

Now, I am at the books with Dyme's current life. She was dropped off at a fire station as an infant. And has been at the orphanage since. She refused to be adopted because she was waiting for someone. Dyme showed every good and bad moment in her picture diaries. How she fought over her toys and smiled from her heart. She pranked her bullies. That made me smile and laught. I had tears involuntarily fall laughing at this girls pranks.

I am thankful that she hasn't been raped or molested. I am glad she is confident and lovable. Although, that second life ain't nothing to overlook. I don't know what issues she will have because of that life. So many unknowns. I can even feel her hate as she looked at some pictures from her second life. She was glad to be freed of that life.

Her second life she was a man named Froster Kinder. Colored me surprised. As a man the fact that she could do a lot of things she couldn'tdo as a woman. As a man she was a bit egotistical. Froster had one memory of a past betrayal. (Dyme in this life became more observant and thoughtful.) Froster even had a wife that he loved dearly and children that he would sacrifice for. But a so called friend's jealousy caused tragedy. He robbed, raped, and butchered. How could Froster not see this persons maddness? Why is it only now that tragedy stike that Froster find himself in ruin because of other? my first life gone because of a selfish brother. My third life gone because of a psychotic man fulled with jealousy. My wife and daughters died horrendous deaths. He was euphoric after his deed to the point that he didn't even realize I was there. I ended that mans life by chopping his head off. It was quick too quick. I got taken to a house of maddness and dead alone in my thought.

I understand Mireya thought as she looked at Dyme. I have several lives similar and it never gets easy. Life tends to range from extremely boring, stunningly glorious, and unpredictable tragic with a lot of grey areas inbetween. Most souls never remember.