2 Cry

- - - one year later - - -

"Amil you got this come to sis." today is my baby brothers first birthday. As predicted, his eyes didn't remain blue. His eye color is Green like dad's he is so cute. Walking to me, Amil waddled across the room into my arms. I know I can't lift him, but at least I can hold his hand. I love my baby brother he is soo cute and sweet you would mistake him for a little angel. Oh yeah, I haven't told you his full name. His name is Amil Rey Juno. "Angel sweetie please come to the living room and bring your brother." When you think about things logically, I'm only two, but because of the excuse that I am an older sibling, a lot of my odd behaviors are brushed off. Holding onto Amil's hand, I took him into the living room with both of us in there Mom looked up. Lately, she seemed to be getting sicker and sicker honestly there have been more doctors in here to check her health than to see if there are any issues with Amil's body. I very worried about her in my last life I didn't get along with my parents, but in this life, they are both dear to me. Lately, she has been coughing more often, and her once rosy skin is washed out; you can tell she is in pain, but she always has a smile. I feel bad for her she is turning 20 next month and she is so sick sometimes she can't get out of bed. With the assistance of the nurse, Dara came over to us. Kneeling she patted both of our heads. For some reason, it feels very unsettling.

- - - Three days later - - -

I now understand what she was implying when she patted our heads. She knew she was dying. What I'm saying is that she passed away. The other night was when she took her final breath. For the past 24 hours, I've been trying to keep Amil away from Dad. The reason for that is because I learned that his form of greaving is a violent outburst of anger that usually involves punching. He already beat the nurse unconscious the very same nurse taking care of mom. I know he might need the comfort of his children, but I also know he needs some time to grieve alone and so that he can realize that he is now a single father of two children. I know it is cruel in some ways, but also I think some people don't get opportunities to grieve when they have a family. After leaving him alone for a while, he finally left her side. Standing at the opposite wall of him, he saw me holding onto Amil's hand. Seeing both of us, he knelt and said, "Come here." I knew that now he needed the comfort of family. So with that, we went over to him. Wrapping his arms around as he stood up with us in his arms. That night he didn't separate himself from us and tried his best to be keen when he told us the news that I already found out from one of our maids. I had to try my hardest not to cry when Amil kept saying, "Mummie, I want Mum." Although he is only one, he was attached to Dara.

- - - Five days later - - -

My first funeral in this world, and I hate it. Everyone is laughing having some champaign talking about how, in a way to refuse her parents, she declined to referred by the name that she was given. All of them were talking about her mistakes; some were acting if it's a ball than a funeral. I know its rude of me to say, but I wanted to smite the people here. Today is the first day that I also wore a black dress. I've always worn green, blue, pink or yellow, never black. Having my hair down the natural wave of my hair is almost like the surface of rippled water. Considering that I'm only two, my hair is shoulder length. I guess I've never described how I look. My hair is blond with mom's wavy hair; I have her caramel-colored eyes. Honestly, if it weren't for dads hair color, I'd be the miniature version of Dara although there are some subtle differences.

With those looks in mind, I hear some of the women pretending to feel sorry for Zae all of them saying the same line. He must feel terrible being constantly reminded of what his dead wife once looked. I know I sound and look like her, but honestly, they are angering me. Looking around, pretending not to be listening, I saw some kids around my age playing. I know that My mental age before I died was about 20, but that doesn't mean that I don't have some of the mentality of a child. With that, I walked over to the children. All of them were playing hide and seek others were trying to play tag. Since I'm so young, hiding is the best option for me. From what I can tell, some of the kids are two to three years older than me though there is one kid that seems to be probably a year older. So walking over to the kids that gathered from the game, I grabbed the kids arm who appeared to be the oldest, "Can I play too?" That seemed to make the boy freeze. He almost seemed lost on what to do. With a small frowny face, he finally gave in, "Alright but if you get lost or we can't find you we will have to know your name to tell the adults who they are looking for." Wow that kid is surprisingly smart and mature although I do believe he is right I might get lost here.

The capel of the lost a hall only used for funeral services and is always kept clean. With a nod of my head, I introduced myself, "I'm Angelica Juno." Nodding his head, all five of the children added themselves. The first person to present himself was the shortest out of the bunch with his fiery red hair and his brown eyes he said, "I am Allen Mare I am 5 years old. I am here because my mom was one of the maids that raised the person who died." Well, that kid doesn't know how to say things without sounding rude. The next person to introduce themself was one of the only girls playing right now. She has Dirty blond hair and amber eye's she is almost adorable, but when she opened her mouth, she said, "I am Angie Char my father calls me little angle the reason why I'm here is that he said He was ex-lovers with the person who died although I don't understand what that means. Also, I am three years and four months old." Alright I know one thing I don't think that I'll ever be able to see her dad without seeing my mom and him together at one point gross. The next person to talk looked like as if he cried his eye's out at one point. His hair is brown, and he has the same eyes as my mom the only difference is that his face shape is different, "I'm *hic* Jamie Jewes *hic* I'm here for aunties funeral *hic* I'm Five years old." Waving his little hand the child next to Jamie his looks nearly identical but rather than brown hair he has black hair, "I'm Tommie Jewes I'm Three I'm here with big brother." Well, that kid seems more cheerful than his brother. The person who I grabbed to get the attention is now getting ready to introduce himself. He has Dark brown hair, and Grey eye's most would say he is handsome; I am in that bunch.

What can I say? Although I am at the mental age of an adult, I already understand that I am physical that of a child. I cant start liking an adult at my age because if they are into me when I am this young, they would be a pedophile and that is not okay. Although from what I hear It is widespread in this world and it is known as usual. Seeming in a daze He cleared his throat and said, "I Aman Andro my father was friends with the person who passed on. I am six years old." With that, we played rock paper scissors to find out who was going to do the seeking. I am one of the people hiding. The person who is doing the seeking is Aman.

With that, I wandered around the chapel to find a place to hide. We all have so many places to hide that I decide to hide In one of the rooms. Although I am short and young doesn't mean I have ways to get out of or into rooms. Although I'm in a pickle, someone locked me into the place that I am in, and there are no magic lights in this room. No views, no windows the only evidence of light is the sliver of it under the door. So with that, I sprawled on the floor trying to see if anyone is coming through the hall. I know I'm mentally that of an adult, but I'm quite scared. Understand though I am the girl that couldn't watch horror or thriller movies because they would freak me out and all of what is happening around me its almost like a horror movie scene is going to happen. Like a killer kidnaps you you escaped into a dark room and lay on the floor to see if they are going to pass the place your in, and then they look through the crack, and all you can see is their eyes now I'm scared. Trying not to cry, I waited and waited. Soon minutes became almost an hour. Soon I could hear people calling for me, but I was crying too hard to listen to them. Yes within that time I already broke down crying because I'm scared. Sooner or later I heard the door being unlocked looking up I saw an older man with Aman at the entrance of the gate. Trying to stop crying, I kept wiping away my tears. Within the time I was rubbing my face, Aman picked me up and was carrying me out of the room. I didn't care at that point and time I wrapped my arms around Aman this time crying with sorrow. I hadn't cried over the death of my mom. I was crying tears of sorrow and relief. Aman started carrying me back to the main hall I was scooped out of Aman's arms into the arms of my fathers. He looked so worried that when he saw me crying, he almost became angry. I couldn't stop myself from crying, so I wrapped my arms around his neck and continued to cry. *Later I found out that Amil was tired and got taken home by one of the maids.*