[A/N. This is the sequel to "The Lark's Lullaby" which is the sequel to "The Blackbird's Ballad." The stories follow after the "Melody" series and the first two deal with Melody, but this third one deals with her daughter Lara. In case you noticed, yes I did change the prologue.]
~~ Prologue. ~~
As far as I could ever remember my childhood had been nothing but happy. I was the apple of my parents eye's which was probably exacerbated by the fact that Mommy had a miscarriage when I was only young and was told she could no longer have any more children. They don't talk about it mind you, but I know it really upset them and is the reason they dote on me even more. It seemed like I only had to look at something in the shop window and Daddy was in there buying it for me. Daddy owns a factory which builds boats, and "Logan's Boats" is now a common name on boats all over the country. Mommy doesn't work as such but she helps out with events for the factory and she also teaches a few students at school to play the violin after school. She tried to teach me when I was younger but I was hopeless. I'm better at painting that's something I can do.
On my Daddy's side there's my Grandmother Sara, and my Aunt May who both spoil me just as much as Mommy and Daddy do. My Grandfather Jacob died before I was born, and Mommy once said that was lucky since he wasn't exactly approving of her and Cary. My Grandfather Jacob's parents, Samuel and Olivia, left all their money to Mommy and Daddy which is how Daddy started the boat building business and how we got our house. Aunt May and Uncle Tommy have children of their own, twins who are just turning seven and complete pains in the butt, but Mommy assures me that they will grow up sooner or later. Of all my relatives Holly and Kenneth are my favorites. Kenneth is Mommy's half brother and his wife Holly makes me laugh by reading my palm at family gatherings. According to her I'm going to be rich and famous. According to their son Nelson it's all a hocus-pocus, but I notice he lets Holly read his palms too. Nelson is only a few months older than me, and we've always been good friends.
The only family members I don't know much about are Mommy's parents. She won't talk about them, but she's been telling me the last few years she'll tell me when the time is right. I have to wonder when the time is ever going to be right. I'm fifteen, nearly sixteen, isn't that old enough to hear whatever dark skeletons she appears to be hiding in her closet?
