Mom in Love, Daddy in Space
John Tyler is searching for his father when he finds his sister. Jenny is looking for the same man when she finds his brother. They decide to stick together and reunite their family.
Warning: There will be some R stuff, but not in the near future.
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John is only five years old, when he realizes why her mother cries every night, every single drop of salty water falling slowly down her cheeks. That he realizes is just an echo of another fall. He could see that moment in her mind, but not only that. He can also see it in other form, like lines and circles and dots. Like a story book with pretty pictures that had only meaning for him.
He's been seeing this scene for a long while, ever since he can remember. Its been there playing itself over and over. Sometimes it's her, recalling it, reliving it. But other times, he can read it all over her. He can read this lines and circles and dots on other people too. Things about the past, the present and even things that aren't happening yet, those tend to move a lot, they change, they spin.
When he was younger, and saw this on his mother's mind and on her circles. He used to think that the fall itself was hurtful. Like when you fall in the park and hurt your keens. He tried to kiss it better like she does to him, but it never helped, the wound was still there. She never stopped falling.
It took him a lot to understand what the problem was.
His mum was in love.
And his Daddy was in space.
He noticed he was missing a Dad when he was around two. It followed the simple logic that, his Mum had a Mum and Dad. Tonny had a Mum and a Dad; even Uncle Mickey had something like that. But…¿who was his Dad?. It certainly wasn't Uncle Mickey. He looked nothing like him, and he knew one has to look a little like the Dad. He couldn't been born without a Daddy. That much was logical. Everything else had a Dad in nature. The cat, the dog called like her mum, the birds, the other kids.
Yes, even before he could speak, he noticed those things. It was a terrible time, when his throat wouldn't work. Caged in silence he had to occupy himself with observing. He had to have a Dad somewhere.
He never asked, there weren't any pictures in the living room, or any pictures at all. But he could see his Dad in the memories of others. Especially her mums, but it never occurred to him until now, that it was this Daddy business that affected his mum so much.
After he found out who his Daddy was when he was two, he accepted the reality that he wasn't here. And you can't miss someone you don't know. Sure, he was curious to know how and why, he wasn't here, but it didn't really affect him emotionally. He saw enough, even if nobody talked about it.
His mum on the other hand, was so wounded and broken inside.
And that was love.
She was in love.
He's five years old, and totally incapable of helping his mum. His mum loves him a lot, he knows. But there is a place for the Daddy and a place for the Son in her mother's heart. He can't fulfill this place for his Dad.
As the son, he knows he's a pain to her mother. That may sound terrible. But if you don't have a mum in love, you can't know why the mum suffers when she looks at you and sees him in you and miss him.
Everyone should have a mum in love, that way; everyone would know how it feels like when your mother cries every night.
He looks at the futuristic windows and wishes his Dad could come and end this. Because this is slowly ending them. For the first time in his life, he cries for his Dad. This is a big hole in both of them; this is a wound, a mortal wound if you will. Tears spill from his eyes, and he has time to wonder about them.
He's crying for his Dad for the first time ever.
How many years to come will they cry?. How much pain can they take?. His mother is all he has, all he wants and really needs, but she needs that man.
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