After my daughter gave birth to the twins, she passed away, leaving the baby boys in my care.
The twins were adorable, brunette, and with those beautiful innocent looking hazel eyes. And the special thing about them, are the curls on their heads, which made it easy to differentiate them. The older brother, Lovino has his on the left and the younger brother Feliciano has one on the right. I leaned down and kissed both of their chubby cheeks, Lovino stirred and Feliciano gave me a smile. The cute thing about those two was that they were always holding hands, when they were awake, when they were sleeping, whenever you go and see them, they'd be holding hands.
Unfortunately, Lovino's health was not as good as his little brother's. Two days after he was born, he had a fever which almost took his life. His body was so hot that it frightened me so much. But when he was sick, he'd still grip onto Feliciano's hand tight, when the doctor or the nurses tried to separate them, they'd wail. It was really cute, yes, but then it got creepy.
Few months later, I took them back home. Then after a few days, when I decided to go change their diapers, Lovino was not breathing. He lay still as a rock, hand still holding Feliciano's, face white. Lifeless. Feliciano was looking at me with his wide hazel eyes, reaching up and tried to grab my fingers with the one hand that's not holding his brother's.
Panicked, I picked up Lovino, separating his grip on his little brother's hand, causing Feli to scream and I took him to the hospital, after asking the kind lady next door to look after little Feli. I don't know how long I waited outside the emergency room before the doctor came out; shaking his head and told me that little Lovino couldn't make it. I collapsed on the floor, clutching my head as I let the tears fell freely. I asked them to let me take Lovino home, after a few rejections, they finally agreed.
I took him home, thanked the lady for taking care of Feli and put him back to the cot which the twins shared. Feli stopped crying when he saw his older brother, and then he rolled over to wrap his arms around the dead body, nuzzling his brother's neck and fell asleep.
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I watched them put him in the coffin.
I watched them covered the coffin with its lid.
I watched them lower it down to the ground, to where it belong.
I watched them covered back the hole, burying my grandson inside.
Feliciano was silent in my arms. He wasn't crying. He was just staring at the spot where they buried his twin with a weird expression on his face. I wonder if he knew that Lovino will never come back. I closed my eyes and sighed, kissing Feliciano on his cheek, I turned around and left the graveyard.
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I was woken up by some noises coming from outside. It sounded like little footsteps and doors opening. Groggily, I got up and fumbled around for the baseball bat I kept at the side of my bed for times like this. What if it's a burglar? A pedophile? Oh no Feliciano...
I got to my feet as quickly as possible and walked down the corridor. The door of Feliciano's room was opened. Heart beating fast and tightening my grip on the bat, I quickly headed to his room and switched on the lights. The whole room was flooded with light and there was no one inside. I let out a sigh of relief and went to check on my grandson. What I saw in that cot shocked me so much that my knees gave out and I fell on the floor with a loud thud that woke Feliciano.
Inside the cot, lied Feliciano and Lovino, the dead Lovino that I buried this morning. Covered in dirt and grass, he was back in the cot, lying next to his twin, hand in hand, with a small smile on his face.
And he was still not breathing...