My mother was responsible for most of my education. My father tried to teach me some of his knowledge once. We were in his workshop as he tried teaching me how he builds, tinkers, and creates when my eyes. Father suspected something like an EMP was released from me halting all nanite activity within our home then. Father moved his workshop elsewhere and mother refused to let me work my hand at it again.
Sometimes, when I can escape from mother's lessons, I go back to that abandoned home in the mountains by the lake. I've helped my mother's garden grow since they abandoned this place in the mountains. Flowers, vines, roots, and leaves adorn the walls and floors of every room in their vibrant glory. I can barely see the food replicator in the kitchen or the door reaching "that damned idiot Moore" as my parents always called him.
I've always been more in tune with the plants and earth than mother's stories or daddy's electronics. Maybe it's because of the elven within me. Maybe it's because of druidic magick that flows in my veins. Maybe it is both, but this is where I really come alive.
I start to make my way down the hall running my fingers along vines and leaves, noting what needs each plant has and tending to them when I pause at the sound of giggling. I freeze at the sound. I haven't heard such childish laughter since I was eight. I see these translucent twin girls sliding on ice coming towards me. I'm frozen, I can't move, I just stare in awe at these two girls joyously coming towards me. Without even a breeze, they pass through my body and continue down the hallway until their laughter fades like a forgotten dream.
Saturday, July 27, 2013
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