{Missing Piece}
-Prologue-
I was sitting in front of the fireplace on my bed, doing as I usually did. I looked up at the portrait of my mother and father dancing happily, nothing able to pull their happy souls apart. Even in death. They danced, and only rested when nescessary.
They would sit back down at night and watch my brother and I as we slept. Everything morning, the faint smell of mother's famous shortbread cookies would fill the air. And father used to tell us to not eat all of them, just so he could eat the whole rest.
I was just about to go to sleep, when my brother startd to speak from the door.
"Everything alright?" I looked his way. He was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. I shook my head. Transfiguring his jeans, shirt, and sneakers into basketball shorts and a white long-sleeved button-up.
I looked back up at mother and father, my brother following where I linger. He sighed when he saw them, dancing merrily without a care in the world.
"Do you think they're watching us from heaven?" I said suddenly. He didn't move one bit. But he did speak.
"Of course they are." He said. "How do you think we survived all this time, without someone to feed us, provide us with a home, clothes, and knowledge?"
"Isn't that supposed to be everyone's job here in Syjre Manor?" I asked him. His cheeks tinted a light pink.
"Well, yes. But remember, it was mother and father who told them to take care of us and provide us with everything they can." I giggled.
"And to provide us with everything mother and father left us in their will." I said. "We get to keep this place forever."
"Yeah." He said. We both failed to notice that mother and father had already stopped dancing and were watching us proudly.
I yawned and so did my brother, but we stayed awake. I snuggled up to my brother, my back to him and his to the headboard. How tired we were, we didn't know.
-Switch Piece-
"The kids look rather ruffled. Do you think I should put them to slumber?" I asked my husband.
"You probably should. They look very tired." He said.
"Well then, wait here." I stood up and walked towards the very front of our portrait, before stepping out. I flew down to my kids and kissed them each on their foreheads. Soon they fell asleep, making my job done.
"If only they would stop worrying." I said softly, before flying back up to my portrait. When stepped back in, I kissed my husband and sat down, awaiting a night of being just as we both were before. Parents protective of their children. A tear slid down my my daughter's cheek. I sighed sadly.