Dreams Upon a Pillow

Still remember me?

2013-03-21T18:49:00.002-07:00

I still remember all of you guys who has been supporting me and my blog mostly to Dee, thank you for your time reading, commenting, corresponding with me by emails, "listening" to all the ups and downs and those difficult times. It's been a pleasure of knowing you. To PiB, thank you so much for welcoming me into the group blog. I really appreciate that. :) To Kaleeko, thank you for your wonderful comments. You are a talented writer and an inspiration. To Chrysame, your perspective in viewing the characters had given me lots of inputs. Thank you. To Jennifer, reading your stories is like reading a real life story and you're someone I'd love to know more about. To mmmcheezy225, you said that whenever you read my stories it's like reading a novel. It encouraged me a lot. Thank you. Last but not least to all the people I've not mentioned here. I want to thank you for your time reading, commenting, and sharing your stories. For me, you are wonderful, and you're all my friends. Thank you for the inspirations.

The reason I've not been writing anymore, it's just not about work, or because I've been busy, but life has turned me into another direction. My father needed me, and in those special times we've grown closer like we've never been before.

A heart disease, old age, and finally a stroke have taken him away from me.

He had rested in peace after so many months of suffering. I really miss him, but whenever I look back, those times, when we're closer, were the times I will not exchange with anything in life. I love him.

And I know he loves me.

My father is not a perfect man, but after everything he has gone through, and the times he was fighting for his life so he could be there for his family... for me he is a perfect father, and I'm really thankful for that. He taught me a lesson of life.

I'm in the point of my life now, where I've realized all the mistakes I've done, where I've learned to forgive, and mostly I've learned how to love unconditionally.

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. ⁵It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. ⁶Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. ⁷It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."

When you have someone with you -- someone you love – that someone is not be perfect. He or she may make a mistake, but when they do, remind them with gentle and kind words. Hold back your anger, because you'll never know when they are not around anymore.

My father stays with me in my heart. I will always remember him, especially the last days we've spent together.

I don't know when I will be able to continue to write this blog again. My mother is the one who's really suffering because of the lost. I should be there for her.

But until then, I want to thank you.

Thank you so much for all of your time reading my stories.

I really appreciate it.

~Sincerely yours~

*M.J*

These songs are dedicated to my father...

Ch. 18: Subjugation Part 1

2011-11-12T14:32:00.001-08:00

The sound of laughters and faint squeals of seagulls blended with the rumbling waves awaken her conscious thoughts. She followed them closely, then her memory returned. It was October 14th, 2002, the day at the time when everything around her enlightened by the golden glow of the afternoon light. Her and his shadow melted on the ground. At her left, a tomato plant grew out in their father's garden, sprouting several fruits hanging on the weak branches. Its height was about hers, but it was only a matter of time she would grow taller than the plant. One more year and she was going to turn seven.

"You can’t catch me, Rose!" Valentin looked back at her as he shouted in happily rhythm. The sounds of their laughter mingled in the warm breeze rustling between the sunlit leaves. Up above her head, a distinct sound of a plane caught her attention.

“Look!” Valentin pointed toward the sky.

She lifted her left hand and then pressed it on her forehead in a kind of salute. “Where?”

“We’re here! We’re here!”

Hopping around in their father’s small garden; their feet stomped on the dry leaves scattered on the ground. The sun radiated heat into their damp eyes. She knew that those passengers sitting in the plane could not see them, but still she jumped around along with him— splashing mud onto her new pink slippers and purple flowery dress. Mommy was certainly going to be mad again at her for blotting her new dress especially bought for that night, but Valentin barely paid enough attentions for that evening either. Dirt remained thick on his cheek. He wiped it off with his sleeve.

“Watch out!”

The gurgling water out of the sprinkler and her squeals pushed the bees away from trying to sting her. She covered her face, even though it’s too late as the ripe tomatoes had already reflected the golden lights in the crystal dew upon their red skins.

“Got youl!” Rosaline patted him on his back, a sign that it was his turn to chase her.

“Rose?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you know you look so funny from behind?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That I’m gonna catch ya.” Valentin ran past her. “Let's twisted inside, or that stinging bug will kill ya.”

Once they were in, they bounced a few thumps on the stairs. The pigeon she had saved at a lake last Saturday squeaked in its cage as they clunked in their father’s library. If mommy were around, she would have already yelled at them. However, she was far away downtown, pampering herself in a new beauty saloon. It wasn’t like her to leave them alone with a babysitter chatting on the phone somewhere in the house, but she had mentioned about how they should appear nicely at their dinner with the richest family in the town who had financed their father’s research.

"Got ya!" Valentin patted her shoulder. She stood still as she halted at a view of a bookshelf inside their father’s library.

Propping up on her toes, she gazed up at the second top shelf, lifted her right hand and then traced her index finger on each embossed titles. "A..B.. " She stopped at a book with no title on it. Her head tilted slightly, eyes widened in astonishment.

“You gonna read that book?” Valentin stared at the book which was quite thick indeed. It had a blue hard cover with a picture of a sun, planets, and stars. “ I’d rather go out and play. Do you actually understand all of these?"

“Nope.” Rosaline smiled. At a single brush, slanting the book from its original position in the shelf, a rumble sound and vibration on the floor startled them.

“What’s that?” Valentin tried to balanced himself from falling.

She had been taught to hide under the desk or get out of the house if an earthquake happened, but her feet froze -- her eyes followed the source of the rumbling. Full of disbelief, she turned to Valentin standing in an awe, dropping his jaw while he was staring at the floor.

“What’s that?”

“A stair?”

“A stairway to where?”

“Dad’s laboratory.” Valentine said.

“Dad’s laboratory?” All she knew her father’s laboratory was supposed to be in the next room.

“Only one way to find out.” Valentin said, initiating the first step toward the stair.

“Is it safe?” She pulled his shirt, trying to keep him from going into the unknown. Dust from the underground room pricked her nose.

“C'mon, It’ll be fun. " Valentin smiled.

"I'm not sure."

"C'mon."He grabbed her hand and then lead her into the underground room.

After a long, narrow hall, they met a frosted glass door.

Valentin kicked it open slightly.

“Aren't you supposed to push buttons to open it.” asked Rose.

“Yeah, but obviously Dad forgot to lock it.” he grinned.

Once they were in, he let go of her hand. He was amazed by the view inside the laboratory. Computers, centrifuge tubes, microscope, and laboratory equipments were scattered on tables and desks.

“Hurry!”

They stopped at the view of a green crystal emitted illuminating green light inside the glass pedestal.

“What do you think is this, Rose?”

“I don't know but I don’t think it’s OK, Val. “

Valentin smiled toward her and then suddenly clutched at his stomach. His brows knitted. "Rose, h-help!-”

Rose widened her eyes.
“It’s not funny, Val.” Her eyes rolled. She shook her head for his foolishness and quickly spun around on her heels toward the door.

“Wait, wait!” Valentin stopped her from going onward. “Behold Stranger! This is Starship Commander. Surrender or we’re going to target you with our laser beam.”

“Are you kidding me..?” Her eyes rolled. Her shoulders lifted up as she flexed down her muscles.

“Hahaha... I am the Commander and who are you Rose?” Valentin chuckled.

“Hulk." she said without any expression.

“Hey, hey... That's funny! we know Hulk can't live outer space, besides you’re not green enough and big enough to be Hulk.”

“If I am green won’t you be afraid of me?”

"Nope. If you’re green, I’m gonna get you a rose and slip it into your ear. Got ya! “Valentin patted her shoulder . “.. It’s your turn now!”

Rosaline chased him. She cornered him until he was confined between singular equipments. Valentin's elbow shook a table behind him and then something like a glass rolled on the table.

“Whoa...” Valentin held the neck of the bottle gently. "wow, that's almost."

Their mother cornered them as they turned around.

“What are you doing, val? How did both you come here? You know your father is going to be angry if he finds out .”

“We’re just playing, mom.”

Helen brushed the hair on her son's forehead gently. "You know you shouldn't be in here. Now, get into the car. We must not keep Mr. and Mrs. Landgraab waiting. “

"Are you ready, guys?" Alex, their father was already sitting in the driver seat as they fastened their seat belt.

"Dad, at what time we will come home?"

"The dinner will only take about one or two hours . What's up, sony? Feel bored already? There's Malcolm there and you'll love to meet Mr. and Mrs. Landgraab. They are nice people. You will love the dinner, and then soon you will forget the hours ."

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But it seemed time ran unusually slow as they spooned the Turkey into their mouths, while sitting on victorian chairs.

“Professor, have you heard about Professor Seethermen’s research? That’s quite ridiculous, isnt it? What kind of life are genuinely more develop than us are living in outer space?”

Mrs. Landgraab's voice faded as Rosaline's eyelids turned heavy. All she wanted just to go home and sleep. Her eyesr rolled as she felt sticky potatoes crumb slid on her cheek. Across the table, Valentin grinned at her. The way he held his spoon assured her who the convicted was."I'm going to get you, Val." but Valentin only laughed seeing her sullen face.

“I may say-“ Alexander White said, while fixing his glasses from slipping down his nose. “Any kind of extraterrestrial lifeform may live in outer space. As on earth, any creatures would evolve and adapt to their own habitats. There’s a possibility that small life forms like microbes are developing, especially in a universe having more than 100 billion galaxies -- it is unlikely that life forms only existed on earth. “

“But can they reach us... here?”

"With high velocity as they enter the earth, it's quite impossible unless they are very intelligent creatures with higher technologies than us. In my opinion, we should avoid these kinds of extraterrestrial life form since they may endanger our own viability.”

“Yes, and we'd rather invest in those other kinds of researches. The knowledge would be beneficial for the university, but not in terms of business. Right honey?” Mrs. Landgraab nudged at her husband who was being quiet the entire evening.

“Artificial Intelligence interested us. That reminds me, how's your research doing, Professor?” said Mrs. Landgraab.

Alexander wiped the corner of his mouth with a white handkerchief and then again fixed his glasses which was already perked at the right place of his nose. Clearing his throat, he said "It's almost done. I need to make a few observations, and then it will be done. “

"Time is money, professor. "Mrs. Landgraab put her fork down, and then clasped her hands together. "But if you can guarantee about the outcomes, we will surely invest in you more. “

Alexander White stared down at the table, avoiding the glare of Mrs. Landgraab. "Actually, it will be ready in a week. I'll need to run a few tests on it. I would like to ask you a question though. What's the price you will charge for the new medicine?”

"That’s a quite early question, Professor ? We also haven't even tested it yet.”

“I agree, but may I know your plan about the project, since it’s my research.”

“ I would say" Mrs. Landgraab said "About one thousand simoleons.”

“One thousand? It's so high. Actually, I was hoping you could sell it at a lower price, so everyone could buy it.”

“Professor,” Mrs. Landgraab shook her head and smiled. “You’re a smart scientist, but you must learn about business. Though we’re developing a new medicine to cure cancer, we’re not running a charity foundation. Besides, it will only take ten years and the generic medicine will be produced soon. Ten more years and people will be able to buy it at a lower price.”

Alexander White sighed.

The crackles of fire muffled down their conversation. Golden light slanted across the silverwares. Staring at it, Rosaline's eyes began to drop.

“Dad?" she said, shaking her father's hand.

"Yes, Rose?"

"I feel so tired. Can we go home, now ?”

“Yes, but we haven't finished the dinner yet, Rose.”

Rosaline sighed again. She only needed a bed to lay down. She felt her forehead was going hit the table soon, but a touch of her mother's hand shook her shoulder gently. “Go and see your brother. He’s probably upstairs playing with Malcolm now.”

Rosaline shuffled upstairs. Her back hunched and her legs moved stiff along the staircase. She yawned widely as she entered Landgraab's family room.

"H- hi, Rose." Malcolm greeted her with a low voice. His voice got faded by the noises from Valentin's laughter and the beeps sounds from video game.

“Val, can we go home now?” said Rose, still yawning.

“Ha! Take that you monster!” Valentin said, without even looked at her.

"Val?"

Rosaline sighed again. At that point she knew that her efforts were going to be useless because obviously Valentin was being heavily occupied by the new Supersonic game.

Malcolm Landgraab jumped out of his seat and then stepped toward her. “D- do you wanna go home? Y-you can take my bike, if you want to.”

"Thank you, Malcolm. It's so nice of you." Rosaline smiled. Malcolm smiled back at her, but he almost jumped when he heard Rosaline shouted at Valentin. "Val..!”

“Yeah?”

"Tell mom and dad I’m going home earlier.” “

“Okay...!" Valentin said, again without taking his eyes off from the screen. "Take that, you monster Hahahaha! Got ya!”

Rosaline shrugged.

Feeling so sleepy, she paddled the bike faster. Cold breeze gently blew, moisturized her face as the drizzles dropped on the silvery pavement. She did not need anything but to rest her head on her grizzly bear pillow.

She halted as she saw a man was sitting at their front door as she arrived home. Quickly, she dropped Malcolm’s bike on the sidewalk and walked toward him.

She knew she should have not talked to a stranger, as her mom had told her, but it seemed the man needed her help because he looked so pale, his clothes were torn and he punched his forehead several times while taking a deep sigh.

The man looked at her and then slowly arose from the ground.

She clasped her hands at her back , looking down to the grass “C-can I help you?”

The man observed her closely. “yes. but haven't your mother told you not to talk to a stranger?”

Rosaline nodded. "B-but maybe you need my help. A-are you lost? if you’ve got lost, mum said we should call a police... ask where your mother and father”

The man stared at her for a while but then chuckled. “ I’m not lost, girl." he said "I just don't know who I really am.”

Rosaline stared back at him.

“Mom said that if we confused we should take time alone and talk to Him. Mom said He loves us, coz we are special, no one can replace us -- not even my twin. You’re precious too, Sir and He really cares about you. “

The man chuckled again, but then the light in his eyes grew dimly. “It’s not that simple. I'll be out of this place soon --soon that no one wouldn't even notice it. You better go inside now.”

Rosaline pursed her lips and nodded. "Good night, Sir. I hope you'll find what you’re looking for. ”

At the single stroke of her palm coating the door handle, heat pricked into the blood cells inside her skin.

The Lightning Strike: (i) What If This Storm Ends? by Snow Patrol on Grooveshark

The man lifted her up and then carried her while he ran across the lawn. He pushed her across the sidewalk. The night turned bright.. Red flames fused up into the sky. Heat shriveled the palm leaves across the street. Buildings collapsed, leaving paltry of ruins above stack of charred woods and bricks. Sun flowers and bees turned into tiny carcasses.

The man was unconscious, barely moved in spite of her effort to wake him up. She cowered as she saw the blaze of fire scorched her house down.

Her trembling fingers gripped the man’s cold and stiff hand. Drops of tears fell from her eyes.

"You..." The man wafted out a breath.

A sonic boom thundered above them, sweeping off the dust particles above the ground.

A symmetrical oval mass hovered above their heads, spreading electromagnetic fields circling around their bodies.

Red lights emitted from the nozzle of an object which appeared to be an aircraf

A feeling of dread lurked in their chests.

A force stronger than gravity pulled them up into the craft which appeared to grow larger as its blackness blocked out the sky. Rosaline ducked her head, covered her ears, and screamed. High noise broke her eardrums.

The man pushed her down. Her head bumped into the burned-out grass. Her nose smelled the burning fire and the last thing she remembered was the voice of her father, Alex,trying to wake her up.

To be Continued to Part 2

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The Departure

2011-10-15T02:12:00.000-07:00

The scenery outside the window invites me to come. I rise from my seat and walk towards it. If there's no glass layer ahead of me, I would let my body be carried away by the wind. Standing at edge of the building, I would look up to the clouds and stretch my hands far apart, feeling the air brushes against my skin: fresh, but mixes with the pollution from the heavy industrial factory. The air felt arid suddenly and pit starts to form in my stomach. Down below are nothing but hot asphalt and a dumpster not very far to the spot where I could fall to.

Don't worry, I'm not going to do a suicide.

I still have Alex, Rose and Val - my babies, and I am still alive. Those are the most important thing that matters... the ones that keep me sane up to this moment, and the good thing is there's still a glass layer holding me from doing the worst.

The fingerprint of my thumb is slowly making its mark on the window. Behind me, laughter and squeals of Rose and Val distract me away. I turn to them and realise how lucky Alex and I are. They're still alive, healthy, cheerful and I couldn't ask for more. They have become my reasons to live -- to be brave to face the things that's been happening now, even though I don't really know what's been happening. Even Alex seems like a stranger to me.

I'm trying to be calmed and pretend there's nothing wrong in front of the children. I love him and I'm worried of him. Ever since our last visit in Italy, there's something going on and I can feel that Alex is hiding something from me. Even that time I found myself in jealousy of my best friend before she let out her last breath. I know there's nothing going on between them. Eve could not have betrayed me, but I can feel that they both were keeping secrets and they seemed so close, discussing things I hardly knew.

And now... he told me that he made a mistake in his lab, something involving chemicals material in a gem. All the medias are spreading about the explosion across the country. Alex has been fired from the Science Facility. Being a scientiest was his dream and still is. They even revoked his patent right which involves the new medicine for cancer.... his hard work for years. Our house is destroyed after the explosion and what's left are only ruins. We have nothing left here, so it would be better if we decided to stay in France especially when all the neighbors who once good friends to ours refuse us to live here. They even stood in front of the hotel where we're staying for a week and held a demonstration there. They felt like strangers to us now. But I must be strong for them...for my little angels. Rose and Val should not experience our frustrations. Let it be only Alex and I who feel it.

"Children!" I call them, but they are still laughing and running around in the waiting room. The sounds from the information desk inform us about the delay making it hard for my weak voice to be heard.

A grandmother sitting on a chair held Valentin's arm, trying to tell him to be quiet and watch TV instead, but it's so apparent that her efforts have no use since Valentin has always been an active little boy, and Rosaline, though, is far more quiet than him, eventually taken along.

"Children!" Still not an answer from them and I finally give up. Rolling my eyes, and as a sigh out from my dry mouth, I scurry off to grab them.

"Val honey, listen, okay?"

Valentin is still wriggling around in my arms, I lock my gaze at him and finally win his full attention for which I'm about to say. "Wait here! I'm going to find your father. Don't go anywhere! Mommy will be here again soon. Watch-over Rose, okay?"

"Okay, mom."

Valentin's green eyes lit up with a smile. He really does remind me of my father. They look so alike and I miss my father. I used to talk to him when things got rough.

"Mom!" Valentin pushes me away as I hold him close. "I'm not five." He grumbles. His grim visage made his cheeks look more chubby and I just want to squeeze him and hold him closer.

"Oh, but you'll always be five in my heart, sweetheart. What's wrong with a mommy's hug, huh?" I kiss his forehead, but I can see how red his face is -- to have seen being kissed by his mommy in the airport. I brush the damp hair off his forehead. "Don't you love your mommy?"

He shakes his head. "I love you, mom." Then, it's his turn to hug me. His small body felt warm and I don't want to let go of him forever.

"Why should we go, mom?" He entreats after pulling himself away from me. "Can't we stay? I'm going to miss my friends, and what about school?"

"Oh, honey." As much as he wants, I don't want to leave this town either. My heart had fallen for it at the same moment Alex put a wedding ring on my finger. Leaving it would be the last thing in my mind, but I doubt that everyone is going to accept us back even when the radioactive's effects have disappeared for good.

"Honey, I know it's too much to ask, but I need you to understand about our situations. Your dad and I agreed that we have to leave Sunset Valley. We cannot stay in our house again, honey. Do you understand that?"

My fingers trace the ice cream stain on his face, wipe them off immediately and then I bow down to clean his shirt, sprucing him a bit. He looks at me with a wonder, full of question, and a bit sad.

"You liked that ice cream? I'm going to buy you more if I have found your father."

Valentin purses his lips and nods. With his hands, he wipes the snot off his nose. I smile and shake my head. "You have to do it with a handkerchief." Pulling a handkerchief from my bag, I help him clean it. But, after a few wipes, I find him sobbing.

"Oh, mon fils." I can't blame him. It's been the tenth time he asked me about it. I should have understood him. He's just too little to understand it. He's going to lose his friends, adapt with a new school, friends, and even culture - and it's not going to be easy for him.

Two pats on his shoulder and his attention is diverted away. Rosaline is standing next to him. I have noticed her a few seconds before when she was bouncing around toward us as her two braids hair waved in the air freely and excitedly. "France!!" She spreads her hands like wings in the air. Butterfly is a perfect word to describe her cheerfulness.

"We're going to meet new friends!"

"Heh, why are you so excited about it?"

Playfully, he pulls her braid hair and then runs away. Rosaline always manages to cheer him up. I don't quite really understand it.

"Val, no running!" but still, they are. I release a deep breath again, nevertheless some of us find cheerfulness in the middle of this and then I find myself looking at Rose again. I hope Eve will be fine with me taking her daughter like my own. Rose always brings happiness to us.

It's been a while I'm standing in the middle of passengers waiting for the announcement of our flight. I look at my watch. Alex has not arrived yet. He told us to go to the airport and he would catch up soon because he has something to do first. But now it's already seven thirty in the evening and still he hasn't arrived yet. I must find him soon before the plane takes off. I'm walking to the information desk and going to wait for him there, but a strong grip pulls my back and a harsh slap hits my cheek until I stagger and almost fall.

"Murderer!" A woman is standing in front of me. Her eyes blaze with hatred. She must be one of them - the demonstrator.

She turns around to the other passengers starting to swarming us with confusion in their eyes.

"This woman here ... ." She said. "Have you any idea because of her and her husband three men have died and- " She turns to me. A pain written on her face. "- and my daughter has just died in a hospital this morning, and not only that, we don't know yet about the effects of the radiation ten years from now. Certainly, it's cancer for sure. Dead cert! Are you just going to let them get away from this easily? They should be imprisoned for what they did." The sounds of crowd murmuring echo inside the waiting room. "Punishment is what they deserve. Devils in disguise, putting a curse to all of us and our grand kids."

The crowds turn silence.

"I know her." A voice wafts out from the corner, a heavy voice of a man standing with his arm on his hip as he was leaning heavily against the wall. "This woman is right." He says and with that all the crowd turn to him.

I hardly see his face because he's wearing a hat and is bowing his head down. His chin overgrows by beards.

"Can you explain how he's going to pay for what he justified as an accident? Your husband should have known that underground lab without full protection is risking others. What can he say now?" He says with a cynical tone. Others follow him and soon it all become a cacophony of people muttering around and angry. The attentions are all on me. Humming to each other, the voices gather into a loud tone piercing into my ear drums. "Yeah, what will he do about it?"

"I'm sorry. " I drawl. "It really was an accident. My husband and I have stated in the press that we are very sorry to have caused such so much chaos, but my husband has -"

I shake my head to diminish the trembling and to let the words out correctly.

"He has stated that the vaccine is going to prevent the cancer and herbal medicine is going to be the perfect cure. I promise you that we are going to be responsible about it and we will find a solution to it."

"How?!"
"How would you do that?"
"We're not going to know about the effects, not until after ten years later."
"Why is it only your family that's safe? Why ours?"

"Wait!" A man, probably in his forty, diminishes the voices. "Listen! I think she's right. It really was an accident. They are not guilty because of it. Besides, they have made an apology to the press and told us they are going to find the solution soon. What more could we ask for?"

His words put them into silence, but it doesn't last when the woman who fired up the feud shouts out again. "Don't listen to him! It would only be fair if she and her husband are put into the prison. Blood must be paid with blood. There's law that they must be obeyed as we all do, right?"

"Yeah, right." Her words trigger others to respond.

"She's right!"

The voices are getting higher while the crowd is growing larger - cornering me until I feel like a small ant ready to be trodden by their feet. Looking at the their eyes, I can only cover my mouth, but my lungs scream for oxygen. I desperately need it. I need to escape and find my husband and my children soon. My back bumps against the wall and I am sinking into the remembrance of the explosion in that evening. It should not have happened, but it wasn't our fault. It has to be not. But, it was. As much as I'm screaming in my heart, our hands had already been tainted by blood, though invisible ...and not by knife. We are murderer now. The explosion should not have occurred in the first place.

I couldn't even face my own child's stare as he's looking at me in frighten and confusion. This is not your fault, honey.

"This is not our fault."

"Helen, are you alright?" Alex holds me and lifts me up, but my knees are already shaking. I cannot find the strength to stand on my own feet. Leaning against him, I still see Valentin and Rosaline holding each other's hands in fear. The airport police are making body fences to protect us from the other passengers. They even have secured the woman and have taken her away.

I find myself burying my face in Alex's chest.

"I'm sorry, honey."

"It'll be okay. We'll go home... to France. I'll fix this. I promise."

"Run" by Snow Patrol

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Notes: This is the time when Alexander and his family must leave Sunset Valley after the explosion occurred in his lab. I have finished written this months ago... but haven't published it until now. It's supposed to be the prologue, but few things being hidden in the previous chapters are mentioned here. It's connected to Chapter 5 - Her Questions and also first parts of the story : "Our Life in Sunset Valley." It's been so long, I almost forgot where I put the file. I even thought that I have to re-write it. I did re-write it, but only changed it to be first person narration. And, oh, I made a poll. Please choose :) Thanks!