Jonas crept over the snowy hill, and instantly saw many lights, similar to the ones in his memory. The Giver told him that the name for this would come to him, but it hadn't yet. Jonas strongly wanted The Giver to be here, to enjoy his favorite memory in real life. Jonas realized that he did, indeed hear music. Beautiful melodies, each related to this thing called…Christmas?
The word had popped in Jonas' mind. He felt the most enjoyment, able to experience the beautiful colors he had studied, while enjoying the thing The Giver called music. It was an incredible scene, but then Jonas felt very sad.
"C'mon, Gabe. We better leave."
"No! No leave!" Gabriel shouted at Jonas.
Jonas realized that Gabriel, too, enjoyed the sight.
Gabe released himself from the safe hands of Jonas, and made his way to a small cottage at the bottom of the hill.
Jonas followed him.
Gabe pointed to the door.
Jonas followed his instructions, and knocked.
An elderly woman opened the door, and smiled sympathetically.
Unprepared, Jonas greeted her. "Hello. I'm Jonas, and this is my-"he didn't know how to refer to Gabe, so he said what came to his mind, "brother, Gabriel."
"Poor children, where are your parents?"
"Parents?" Jonas didn't know what to say. She just wouldn't understand their situation. "We haven't any."
"Come in." The lady guided them to a room, where children emptied large, red, socks. Foreign objects of different colors fell out. One child noticed Jonas and Gabriel and pointed them out to the others.
"Who are you?" A small boy rudely asked.
Jonas felt insulted. He was used to the attention as being the Receiver of Memory. He felt unwelcome, and ignored the question.
The lady came back into the room with a wonderful smell that instantly filled the room.
"Cookies!" The children shouted.
After the children scrambled for the treat, the lady offered Jonas the last one.
He hesitated, unsure if it was safe. But Jonas remembered why he had come, to escape the ignorance of his old community, and quickly grabbed the "cookie".
"Grandmother! Who is he?" The same boy asked.
Jonas linked the word he had used to the term he had learned before, "grandparents". The lady was obviously a grandparent.
"Don't be rude." Grandmother said the child. "His name is Jonas."
"Jonas? That's odd." A girl replied.
"Please excuse my grandchildren." Grandmother said. "I'm Fiona, and this--,"
"Fiona?" The name brought back many memories all at once. He would probably never even see her again. Or Asher.
"Are you alright, dear?"
"Oh-I apologize for interrupting you." Jonas found himself using the old rules.
"It's okay." She was confused. "These are my grandchildren, William and Sarah."