Chapter 1: Little Birdie
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It was an unpleasantly cold winter's night; dark and mystifying. The moon hid herself behind the marking looming clouds. The breeze was howling like a pack of wolves who had just discovered a buffet of bacon-flavored treats.
In the backyard of a small house, a solitary figure lays, her form etched against the frosted ground. The chill of the season wraps around her, seeping into her bones, mirroring the coldness within. With a melancholic gaze, she stares into the vast expanse, lost in her thoughts amidst the barren landscape.
The atmosphere hangs heavy with a palpable sense of despair, as if even the air itself carries the weight of sorrow. Colors seem muted, drained of their vibrancy, blending into a somber palette of grays and blues. The world appears still, stagnant, as though time itself has slowed to a mournful crawl. A pervasive sense of emptiness fills the space, suffocating any hint of joy or warmth. Each breath feels labored, burdened by the weight of unspoken sorrows and unfulfilled dreams.
Azalea Franklin
*sigh*..... I have always been staying here, the unmatched uneasiness of leaving my native place makes me sick.
Her emotions are a tumultuous mix of longing and loss, aching with the knowledge that she may never again experience the simple joys of her childhood or the warmth of familiar faces. The weight of uncertainty presses down on her shoulders, casting a shadow over the future that lies ahead.
A manly voice screeched. Her name falls from their lips like a plea, tinged with an unmistakable edge of worry. Each syllable carries the weight of their concern, echoing in the air with a sense of urgency.
As if shaken from a trance, her thoughts scatter like shards of glass as she lifts her gaze, breaking free from the chains that bound her mind. With a sudden clarity, she looks up, her eyes wide and searching, as if awakening from a deep slumber to the urgency of the moment. The weight of the world seems to momentarily lift from her shoulders as she takes in her surroundings with newfound awareness.
Azalea Franklin
Brother?! *looks up*
With a worried furrow etched upon his brow, the man sprints towards her, his footsteps echoing with a sense of tenacity. His movements are fueled by a palpable concern, each stride driven by the need to reach her side swiftly. As he draws closer, his features contort with a mixture of fear and relief.
Asher Franklin
Where have you been all this while little birdie?! *cups her face*
Azalea Franklin
I am fine Brother! *smiles*
Despite her own turmoil, she extends a gentle hand to the man, offering a comforting touch that soothes his frayed nerves. With a soft voice, she reassures him.
Asher Franklin
Let's go dinner is ready! *holds her hand*
As they walk to their home holding hands, curiosity gives way.
Asher Franklin
Why were you here all alone little birdie? Don't you know how chilly it is in the nights?
With a mixture of concern and curiosity, her brother's voice breaks the silence, his eyes searching hers for answers.
Her guilt is a heavy cloak draped over her shoulders, pulling at every step she takes. Each breath feels burdened with the weight of remorse, and the surrounding air seems thick with the shadows of self-reproach.
Azalea Franklin
I am sorry *mumbles*
With a steady hand, he guides her towards their house, his steps measured and purposeful as they approach the familiar threshold. As they enter, their parents stand waiting, their faces etched with a mix of relief and concern. Embraces are exchanged, enveloping them in a cocoon of familial warmth and reassurance.
As their children return home, relief floods their parents' expressions, softening the lines of worry etched upon their faces.
As soon as she stepped through the door, their playful puppy bounded towards her with unobtainable excitement. With joyful yips and wagging tail, the furry bundle of energy leaped into her arms, showering her with slobbery kisses and tail wags. The daughter's heart swelled with affection as she embraced the furry welcome, grateful for the unconditional love and exuberance of their beloved pet.
The little brother's face lights up with a radiant mix of joy and relief as he sees his sister return. His eyes, previously clouded with worry, now sparkle with delight, and a contagious smile breaks across his face. The weight that had settled on his small shoulders seems to lift, replaced by an infectious sense of happiness at the sight of his sister's safe return.
He rushes towards her, his enthusiasm evident in every bounding step, and wraps his arms around her in a tight embrace. The little brother's feelings are a kaleidoscope of emotions – from the initial concern to the pure, unbridled joy of having his sister back home.
Ezra Franklin
Pearl where were you? Do you know how worried Papa was?! Mumma almost cried. *scolds*
Azalea Franklin
Sorry little poppy, Pearl won't go anywhere without informing you, is that okay? *pulls his cheeks*
Ezra Franklin
Pinky promise? *holds out his little Pinky finger*
Azalea Franklin
Pinky promise! *joins their Pinky fingers with slight a giggle*
With a small smile and a solemn expression, she approaches her worried mother, her footsteps tentative as if unsure of how to ease the concern etched upon her mother's face. Her own worries weigh heavily upon her, but she pushes them aside, determined to offer comfort and reassurance to the woman who has always been her rock.
As she draws nearer, her mother's eyes, filled with a mixture of relief and lingering anxiety, meet hers. Without a word, she envelops her daughter in a warm embrace, holding her tightly as if to shield her from the troubles of the world. At that moment, the unspoken bond between mother and daughter speaks volumes, conveying a depth of love and understanding that transcends words.
Jasmine Frankline
Where did you go, you little idiot? *asks with a heavy heart*
Azalea Franklin
Sorry Mumma, I won't go anywhere notifying you, it's a pledge! *sincerely*
With a trembling voice and tears welling in her eyes, she utters a heartfelt apology to her mother. Her words are a raw expression of remorse, carrying the weight of her guilt and the depth of her regret. In that vulnerable moment, she lays bare her soul, seeking forgiveness and reconciliation with the woman who means the world to her.
Her mother's arms around her figure tightens, all the worries vanishes as a fresh drop of tear slipped down her ruby eyes. In a tender gesture, her mother leans in and places a gentle kiss on her daughter's forehead. The kiss carries a silent reassurance, a wordless acknowledgment of forgiveness and unconditional love. The warmth of that maternal embrace lingers, creating a comforting haven that transcends spoken apologies, soothing the ache of guilt and fostering a sense of healing within their bond.
In response to her mother's affection, the daughter, overwhelmed with gratitude, kisses her mother's cheeks lovingly. The gesture is a heartfelt expression of love, a silent promise to cherish and appreciate the unwavering support and understanding that flows between them. In that exchange of tender kisses, an unspoken language of love and connection is reaffirmed, strengthening the emotional ties that bind mother and daughter.
With a mixture of concern and determination etched on her face, the daughter walks over to her father, who sits on a wheelchair. Her steps are deliberate, her gaze unwavering as she approaches him. Despite the worry that tugs at her heartstrings, she carries herself with a quiet strength, ready to offer her support and assistance to her father in his time of need.
A profound empathy fills her eyes, and a wave of sadness washes over her. With tender care, she kneels beside him, offering a gentle touch and a reassuring smile. In the midst of her own struggles, she becomes a pillar of support for her father, silently vowing to navigate the challenges together with unwavering love and dedication.
Azalea Franklin
Papa... *calls him softly*
With tear-filled eyes, the father envelops his daughter in a heartfelt embrace, his arms a source of strength and solace. In that tender moment, words are unnecessary as the warmth of their embrace conveys a depth of emotion that words could never capture. Tears mingle with expressions of love and gratitude, binding them together in a silent promise of unwavering support and devotion, even in the face of adversity.
Azalea Franklin
I am so sorry for making you all worried Papa....*whispers shakily*
In a gesture of profound forgiveness, the father gently kisses his daughter's head. The touch is tender, a symbolic seal on the unspoken reconciliation between them. It carries the weight of understanding and acceptance, a father's love transcending any mistakes or hardships. In that simple yet powerful act, a healing balm is applied to the wounds of the past, reaffirming the enduring bond between father and daughter.
Benjamin Franklin
Please let us know before you ho anywhere little birdie! We were so worried when we didn't find you all along.
Azalea Franklin
Sorry Papa!
The daughter, overcome with emotion, wraps her arms tightly around her father once more, seeking solace and strength in his embrace. As they hold each other, the rest of the family gathers around, drawn by the magnetic pull of love and unity. Together, they form a circle of warmth and support, a sanctuary of shared emotions and unwavering solidarity.
At this moment of collective embrace, words are rendered superfluous as the language of love speaks volumes. Tears flow freely, mingling with heartfelt smiles, as they find comfort in the arms of their loved ones. In the midst of their embrace, they find solace, strength, and a renewed sense of hope for the future, bound together by the unbreakable ties of family
A somber atmosphere envelops the family as they grapple with the reality of leaving their native house, their sanctuary. The weight of nostalgia and the impending departure cast shadows on their faces, and a collective sadness hangs in the air. Each room, once filled with memories, echoes with a poignant silence, and the familiarity of their surroundings becomes a poignant reminder of what they are about to leave behind. In the midst of shared sorrow, they find strength in one another, acknowledging the difficulty of saying goodbye to the place they called home.
Asher Franklin
Okay now that's enough people! The food is getting cold and tomorrow we have to wake up early! A new destination to reach and new memories to make.
Asher Franklin
And you little birdie you look like an ugly duckling now, wash your face and join us to dinner idiot. *taps her nose*
Understanding the heavy atmosphere, the elder brother takes on the role of a gentle mediator. With a soft smile and a touch of humor, he attempts to lighten the mood, sharing anecdotes and recalling shared laughter. His efforts create a subtle shift, bringing a momentary ease to the collective tension. In his lighthearted gestures, he becomes a beacon of comfort, reminding the family that, even in the face of change, there's room for shared joy and camaraderie.
Azalea Franklin
*smacks his arm with a teary smile*
As the daughter excuses herself to freshen up, the mother's gaze lingers on her eldest son with a mixture of gratitude and admiration. She expresses her appreciation for his gentle demeanor, acknowledging the comfort he brings to the family during a difficult time. With a warm smile, she thanks him for his thoughtful gestures, recognizing the strength and compassion he embodies as the family navigates this emotional transition.
Jasmine Frankline
You have become so matured *caresses his cheek*
Asher Franklin
Come on Momma, that's my sister. Isn't it my duty? *pats her hand which was on his face*
Feeling overlooked amidst the flurry of emotions and activities, the little brother lets out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping with disappointment. Despite his efforts to seek attention or acknowledgment, he feels sidelined in the midst of the family's interactions. His sigh speaks volumes, a silent plea for recognition and inclusion in the shared experiences unfolding around him.
Ezra Franklin
You are swo bad, you all forgwot me! *puffs his chubby cheeks*
The atmosphere shifts as the little brother's cute antics break through the somber mood, eliciting genuine laughter from the family. The elder brother, quick to recognize the need for inclusion, scoops the little one up in his arms, comforting him with a playful twirl. Laughter becomes a healing balm, weaving joy into the tapestry of emotions. In this shared moment of lightness, the family finds solace and connection, bridging the gap between generations with love and understanding
Asher Franklin
How can we forget our little champ, who was so worried about his Pearlie, hmm? *puts him in the dinning table*
With gentle care and unwavering support, the elder brother assists his paralyzed father to the dining hall, his arm providing stability as they navigate the space together. Despite the physical limitations, their bond remains unbreakable, strengthened by the mutual trust and love they share. In this simple act of solidarity, the elder brother embodies compassion and strength, honoring his father's dignity while ensuring his inclusion in the family gathering.
As the daughter rejoins the family with a lighter heart, a sense of calm settles over the dining table. Together, they share a peaceful dinner, the moments of laughter and support weaving a tapestry of warmth and unity. The daughter's return brings a renewed harmony to the family, and in the simple act of sharing a meal, they find comfort in each other's company, savoring the moments that bind them together in the face of change.
Author: Vish~
Hiee everyone, it's the Author here! It's my first ever novel so if anyone of you find any mistake please feel free to correct me and don't hesitate to ask if you find any problem regarding the plot.
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