The Mediator's Child
2#: The Reunions
Chapter 1
"I saw him. He was small, baby size, he had brown hair olive brown skin and deep brown eyes. A baby boy. Then I saw her, she had dark hair, olive brown skin and dark brown eyes. A baby girl. The two were twins. My twins. Our twins. Mine and Jesse's.
The moment I saw them my eyes pricked with tears. Jesse held our baby girl in his arms. Jasmine we called her. And I held our baby boy. We called him Sean.
'S for Susannah.' Said Jesse.
'And J for Jesse.' I said. 'Jaz and Seanie.' Jesse looked into Jasmine's eyes.
'Querida.' He said. 'They are beautiful.' Now these kids had Jesse written all over them. Their olive skin, their deep brown eyes, their dark slightly curly hair. You could still see me in them though. Jasmine had my nose and mouth and Sean had my ears. They had our features at their best points.
I looked up and smiled. Jesse kissed me on the cheek and smiled."
My mother finished her story with a glint in her eye.
"And that Jaz." She said. "Is how you got your name."
"Thank you mommy." I said in my cute baby five year old voice.
"Goodnight." She said and kissed me on the forehead.
"Mommy." Interrupted Sean. " How did you and daddy meet?"
"That Seanie, is a story for when you're older." She said.
"How much older mommy?" I asked.
"When you're fifteen. How's that?" She said.
"Ok." Said Sean and I in unison.
"Goodnight." She said.
"Goodnight mommy." Said Sean.
"Goodnight mommy." I said. She walked out of the room and closed the door quietly.
So here I am, Jasmine de Silva, aged fifteen today. Ten years later. It was 7am. Sean and I would be leaving for school soon, at the mission. We live in a little 3 bedroom house, near-by Grandma and Grandpa Andy. It was just a normal house, with a kitchen, a bathroom ECT. The usual. It was like any other house on the block. I have my own room now though, Sean and I don't share anymore, thank goodness. It has dark blue walls with tons of pictures and drawings and posters all over them. It has a nice window seat with an amazing view, I could see the red dome of the Misson with the sea in the background from it. It's not much, but I call it home.
Dad was going to drive us to school, so I had to act now before I forgot. I looked for my mom, she was in the bathroom, fixing her hair in the mirror. I walked through the open door. She saw my reflection in the mirror and said:
"You look so much like your father." I smiled. I had to, I did look like him, a lot. But you could still see my mother in me. I had her nose and her mouth. But I had my dad's olive brown skin and his thick, dark, curly hair.
"At least I don't have his hands." I said. She laughed.
"He," she started. "Has strong, capable, farmers hands."
"Mom," I said. "He's a doctor." She smiled. "Mom." I started, "Do you remember ten years ago. When Sean asked you how you and dad met. And you said I'll tell you when-"
"You're fifteen." She finished for me. "Jaz-" Dad cut her off.
"Suze, Jaz. Time to go!" He shouted from the kitchen.
"I'll tell you after school." She mouthed to me. We walked out of the bathroom door.