Chapter 3

Moira….

Moira, Fran's little sister that he loves and cares so much. She is a shy girl, always near him and quiet all the time. The bond for her brother seems like two lovers, as if, she loves her brother so much. Everyday, she always runs to him and embracing him like he is her possession, a part of her life. Her gentle blue eyes—like her brothers, we're like diamonds glimmering endlessly. Her sparkling eyes we're more precious than the sun. Her hair is a part of her mystique look; long, curvy, with a dash of pink and orange, her left eye almost got covered by her bangs. Her innocent face—so pleasing to see, is like it was carved by Venus, goddess of beauty.

Since Fran and Moira we're kids, they always hang out with each other, playing on the grassy plains near the city, with their parents watching them. The smiles in their face are so unique, that they didn't show any regret, pain, suffering and loneliness.

Almost 12 years ago….

As the sun is almost up in the middle of the sky, near a big tree in a grassy plains, a big cloth was put on the grassy floor and a basket was put near two figures. As those figures were close to each other, and holding hands. As they look at their left, two more figures are seen—running and chasing each other. It was Fran and Moira as kids, playing 'tag'.

"Catch me if you can brother!" Little Moira shouted as she ran as fast she could—keeping ahead from the chaser.

"Oh I'm gonna get ya…heehee… "Little Fran said as she chases her. They ran and ran, chasing each other in circles; around the tree and they just won't stop.

"They're so adorable…" A woman said.

"Yeah, they grow up so fast" A man said as he embraces the woman next to her, "I hope we could see them grow and be with them forever."

As Fran and Moira's parents cuddle and embraced each other, they watch their son and daughter laughing and playing with smiles on their faces. As Moira kept running, laughing and giggling, she tripped and falls to the soft grassy ground. As she laughs at her clumsiness, her brother ran to her fast, hearing her laughter. As he hides at the near bushes, Moira wonders where he could be. As he quietly sneeked behind her, he embraced her and spins around.

"Got ya…." Little Fran said, "I told you I'll catch you." He giggled and tickled her little sister. "Hehe…stop it," Moira said, laughing and with a smile on her face, "I tickle easily. Stop it!" She shouted with joy, as her eyes sparkle with the sun shining above with ease.

As Fran's cap was suddenly removed from his head, he looked above, seeing his dad with a smile on his face. As her mother right beside his dad, Moira and Fran embraced their parents with full of love and warmth. Fran's dad was wearing a blue polo shirt, its collar almost wrinkled, His eyes were bright red and showing a gentle look at his son as he rumpled his hair. His pants were neatly ironed and in the color or brown with a few wrinkles on the knee section. As his hair sways with the upcoming wind, showing a cool look and giving him a fresh grasp of air.

Fran and Moira's mother is about as tall as their dad, wearing a straw hat with flowers on top of it. Her dress is like Victorian style, with a mix of modernity and traditional style; it has a long sleeve, reaching the hands; the skirt is about up to the knees, its color is white in the middle with floral designs and blue at the rest of the gown. Her eyes are light brown in color, with a smile on her face. Her figure is slim and almost in perfect shape. As she holds her husband's right hand tight, giving him a shy look, she blushed and smiled a bit.

"John, look at our son….he's almost like you," Samantha said to her husband, then Moira slight pulled her mother's dress, getting her attention. "Mom, can we go home now? I'm tired", she yawned as she looked at her mother's eyes.

Then Samantha carries her daughter while embracing her, giving her love and care, and goes to the shade of the nearby tree. Then, she hums a lullaby to make Moira fall to sleep, her voice is so sweet like birds twittering early in the morning.

"Samantha, I think all of us should go home now…look," he points his fingers at little Fran, embracing his father's legs while sleeping, "I guess they deserve a good sleep after all of the running they did." He gave Samantha as one-sided grin while his eyes closed.

"You silly goose, hehehe" Samantha blushed and slightly laughed at John's facial appearance.

Present time…..

Still on the road, Fran and Frank had a sincere talk—about Fran's mysterious dream. He couldn't get his mind out of it, like a venom that spreads in his body, its like all his life, he didn't had that kind of dream. Kind of like a prize that he won, or just destiny that he just found and accepted.

"I gotta hand it to you, that kind of dream is rare to everyone," Frank said to Fran," it's like one in a million people has those dreams."

"Yeah but, do you think it's just a mere fantasy or could be God's blessing?"

"Could be both, but, we may never know. It's a mix of weird fantasy and mere fact. I just couldn't get the right words out." Frank is in a deep thought, thinking of the right words that he could say. Maybe he's just amazed about Fran said, having a dream that's seems that had been seamed with reality and coped with his thoughts.

Fran's inner thoughts…

As I always watched the sun always rising up to the sky, I always think of the things that could or not happen in this world. I couldn't bear to know what my life really mean in this world, is it to be alone or just in the shadows, hiding in an everlasting loneliness. Life that is so thin as a string is just too delicate to put to risk and just waste is for some meaningless reason.

But I may never know, my heart is always pounding like crazy, unaware what my feelings are really about. Is it because of a mere love about someone, or love for a special someone that I never knew or I knew all my life? I have too many unanswered questions about my whole life, but it will always start in a question, what's my true purpose? The question that seems so simple, yet so hard to answer. Its true answer may never be known, but who knows, maybe it's just around the corner.