Chapter Fourteen | Nostalgia Pt1

I'm very sorry for this specific chapter, I didn't really know how to phrase the children's thoughts but no worries, I will rewrite it later.

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Emma Alidini - Friday, January 17th

When father came back home I discerned something different in his behavior. He has a big smile on his face and he is humming joyfully, Thomas and I looked at each other before looking back at him again. 

I remember the last time he was this happy, it was I think forty years ago from now, in the early 80s.

During that time, you could consider us as early teenagers. We did not develop at the same rate and at the same time because of the dimension we were originally born in and the fact that our father traveled through dimensions when our bodies weren't ready for it. 

Anyway, it was the early 80s and my dad took us to Africa. At that time, it sounded more secure for us to stay there so we moved to Nigeria.  Apparently, my dad and my baby left here before they had us. They lived together in a small house, my dad was a model and baba was a teacher in kindergarten. 

He loved talking about their time and he was happy to be able to leave in their memories. 

There my father was a new man. He was actually happy, or at least we all thought so. He got out to have fun and organized many parties. He also had built diamonds ten years earlier, so the fact that he was in this mundane world helped him with the growth of the business. 

My father was happy and he was in a new relationship... 

It was a smart, educated and beautiful woman he fell for. It was nice to see them happy together, even if my little brother was always grumpy and pouted when she was around, we had a new parent and our dad wasn't sad anymore.  Some years after she moved in with us they would travel a lot around the world and dad got distant. He sent me to a boarding school in South Africa. 

Then one day, during vacation they got home and told us that we would have a new baby brother. My brother and I were disconcerted by the news while they were in heaven. 

Dad didn't care about us anymore, he didn't want us. 

This utopia lasted a decade, then everything went wild. Things got so bad that we had to fly to another country. 

Things turned sour as time passed, more fights, then something horrible happened and I can understand that after losing the love of his life and leaving his own family behind for our security was so much that he couldn't take it anymore. My father was supposed to be the ruler of an empire, therefore my father was a well trained soldier. I don't know what exactly happened that night but all I could do was that he took us and sent us with two of his best men to a new country. 

He only came after two weeks, he seemed lifeless. And since it had been the same every single day of our life.

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"Dad, is everything okay?" I ask my father, carefully. Like I entered a haunted house and I wanted to make sure no one was there. He is baking, that's insane when I think about it. He shouldn't have this much free or at least enough free time to bake a fucking lemon... 

But I mean, do I really mind? I've been dying to eat his food since, basically forever. He is one of the greatest cooks of all time, everything he makes tastes heavenly and no I'm not exaggerating, heavenly!

"Si, mi . Everything is going perfectly fine." He looks at me with a smile plastered on his face, I'm genuinely confused but there's food. 

"Alright, can I watch you cook, papa?" He nods, I take a chair and I watch him making the dough of the tart. 

"Whatever..." I hear Thomas mutter quietly before going upstairs, and slamming the door of his room. 

Dad looks up to look at me with a questioning look, I shrug and he shakes his head. 

Thomas Alidini - Friday, January 17th

I'm always a problem for dad, I'm the child who reminds him of what he lost. My fathers had me only one year before he died. I have no memories from my baba other than the fact that he loved us and cherished us. 

Sometimes I wished that my dad died at his place or that he survived, because his loss was so much for our father it seems as if he was a living corpse. 

But, I'm being cruel now. He suffered from the loss of someone he knew and loved while I suffer from the loss of someone I never knew, from a ghost. The thing that hurts us the most, is the false hope, cause let's face it the probability of seeing our father again is extremely low, almost non-existent, that somehow, someday he will come back to us. 

On a daily basis, I'm cold toward him and sometimes, even mean. I don't want to act like that but it's somehow inevitable. Being around him triggers something inside me, frustration, anger but most likely sadness. 

So I go out, I meet a lot of people that are not the best by society standards, I build some robots that are considered more advanced in this dimension and I use them to make money off street robot fights. Lame, I know. 

It probably is in your eyes and my sisters, but my father doesn't seem to care and let me do, tant que i follow his rules. 

When we are in this dimension, we would be considered as very old people, even if we look 17 or 18.

On our official documents, my sister is 22 and I am 19.

On the contrary, in our original dimension we are basically babies.