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Consumption
"Simon, c'mere my dear cub." I've forgotten Papa's original color, I asked Mum before and she said, "Papa's as brown as an acorn when he was younger," and I know she's hiding the truth from me. They must think they can fool me, but I'm smart, you see. I can easily discern whether someone is not from our world. And I know Papa isn't. His complexion is so pale it camouflage with our marble floors! And his hands are always cold, he is a wind spirit, no doubt. I bet he floats whenever I'm not looking around!
"My cub, where did that frown come from? Is anything the matter?"
"Papa, I'm old enough you don't have to hide secrets from me anymore."
"I see, I see. You're a man now, aren't you?"
"Yes yes! I'm six now, you can tell me your secret Papa!"
This is it. This is it.
"And what secret should I start with, my man?"
"Oh! Oh! About you being a Fae, Papa! That you are not from this world and and you are responsible for blooming the flowers in our garden!"
"But isn't that Mum's doing?" I wiggled out of Papa's arms, "No, no, I saw you Papa. You were touching the flowers one by one and the next day they bloomed! Mum plants them and you sprinkle your magic on them!"
"Hmmm," Papa paused, and I already know what's coming as I climb down from his lap. He held a white hanky to cover his mouth. I stood watching as Papa's shoulders begin to shake, and the hand holding the hanky also trembled. At first it sounded like some animal was whimpering, trapped inside him, then the sound grown into a loud deep cry like a roaring lion inside a cave. I feel my knees weakened at the sight of my father coughing, streaks of blood spurting out of his mouth.
"Papa! Papa!" I watched in horror as Papa's own blood painted the white hanky red. I ran out of the study. I feel so scared. No, Papa is going to be alright, I'm going to find Mum, she will fix Papa. I ran to the hallway, down the stairs and inside the Kitchen to search for Mum or anyone, they need to fix Papa. There's something wrong. Something wrong!
"Papa will be okay, he is a fae, he is immortal. He will be alright." I told myself this lots and lots of times until I finally found Mum.
—Pender, Oli
#Family #Childhood
"My cub, where did that frown come from? Is anything the matter?"
"Papa, I'm old enough you don't have to hide secrets from me anymore."
"I see, I see. You're a man now, aren't you?"
"Yes yes! I'm six now, you can tell me your secret Papa!"
This is it. This is it.
"And what secret should I start with, my man?"
"Oh! Oh! About you being a Fae, Papa! That you are not from this world and and you are responsible for blooming the flowers in our garden!"
"But isn't that Mum's doing?" I wiggled out of Papa's arms, "No, no, I saw you Papa. You were touching the flowers one by one and the next day they bloomed! Mum plants them and you sprinkle your magic on them!"
"Hmmm," Papa paused, and I already know what's coming as I climb down from his lap. He held a white hanky to cover his mouth. I stood watching as Papa's shoulders begin to shake, and the hand holding the hanky also trembled. At first it sounded like some animal was whimpering, trapped inside him, then the sound grown into a loud deep cry like a roaring lion inside a cave. I feel my knees weakened at the sight of my father coughing, streaks of blood spurting out of his mouth.
"Papa! Papa!" I watched in horror as Papa's own blood painted the white hanky red. I ran out of the study. I feel so scared. No, Papa is going to be alright, I'm going to find Mum, she will fix Papa. I ran to the hallway, down the stairs and inside the Kitchen to search for Mum or anyone, they need to fix Papa. There's something wrong. Something wrong!
"Papa will be okay, he is a fae, he is immortal. He will be alright." I told myself this lots and lots of times until I finally found Mum.
—Pender, Oli
#Family #Childhood
