The Family Portrait
A Short Story by Linkmaste
Disclaimer: Don't own Digimon or anything. Don't sue. Do lawyers really read this stuff?
Authors Note: Just another little peak into Ian and Lindy (I'm still editing. Just hit a hard spot with the editing.) Writing style and personality change so I'm debating on preserving the originality of the story compared to updating it with my style. Just stupid stuff. Enjoy.
Prologue
A picture is worth a thousand words. It is not a novel or an essay that can have a single word depicting a single meaning. It is fluid, emotional, and can take on a thousand perspectives.
Take a family portrait for example. A perfect family with two children (one boy and one girl) with a beautiful mother who cooks home made meals everyday, and a father who works a steady 9-5, vacation, great pay, and wears a suit. Hair is combed, teeth are brushed, clothes are pressed. Smiles are all around. Everything is...perfect.
Another family portrait for example can include this: A young mother who has a messy bun and forgot to put her makeup on. She is covered in mashed peas and carrot noticeable with the stain on her soccer shirt and forehead (that her husband forgot to mention as the photo was taken). She does not cook home made meals everyday, nor does she have the latest outfits or whitens her teeth. It is probably stained with coffee which she has grown an addiction to after having her children. The father has burn marks on his body, and some of his shirt is still smoking. He has a bruise on his forehead and looks exhausted. No suit. No 9-5, and defiantly has not seen a vacation in a long time. Finally, the children themselves are a baby and a toddler. One is a boy who has his shirt on backwards, and some kind of stain on his face. The baby is covered in mashed peas and carrots while showing a smile probably saying "Hey, I shit my pants. I know you can smell me, so you better damn change me as soon as possible before I shriek and make you run for your Advil again. Sorry about your luck."
But this picture has something else. There is still smiles all around and these were, instead of tight and rehearsed, true and full of mirth and laughter. In fact, the young parents-hybrids to be exact were laughing. Laughing at the nuances that trailed them in that morning leading up to the picture because no matter what, family sticks together.
This is the story of how that picture came to be.