-Dedicated to moo-
"Look at me! Look at her! How can you leave us behind? Eduard, look at me!" Sadiq frantically exclaimed, clutching his husband's hand tighter and tighter as the life in the Estonian's eyes grew dimmer. "Where….where is she? Where's Katariina*?" the Estonian asked, his breathing becoming labored. Sadiq deposited their 3-year old daughter into the arms of her "mother", laying there in the hospital bed, dying.
The little girls blonde curls bounced against her shoulders as she snuggled into her mama. "Mama sick?" she asked, her brown eyes widening in fright. "Jah, sweetheart." Eduard said, holding his daughter close to his body in his final minutes. Sadiq, still clutching his beloved's hand, looked over to where their newest son lay in the bassinet. "Do you want me to bring Karamat*?" the Turkish man asked, his voice trembling with raw emotion. The Estonian gave a faint nod, and turned to his wonderful little girl.
"Mama will get better, right?" his beautiful daughter inquired, tilting her head to the side cutely. "No, Katariina. Mama's….Mama's going away soon. When I do, you need to be the best… big sister to your brother, and the best daughter… in the world to Papa, alright?" the Estonian mother told his little girl, deftly wiping a tear from her face. Katariina nodded solemnly, and buried her face into her mama's hospital gown. Sadiq returned with Karamat. The baby boy was placed in Eduard's arms.
"Karamat? This is… your mama. I can already tell…what a handsome…intelligent…amazing young man you'll be. Never…forget your mama, promise?" the Estonian murmured to his son. Sadiq wrapped his arms around him for one last time before the Estonian's feeble grip on his back fell slack. As if on cue, Karamat started crying, and after a minute passed, Katariina followed suit.
-Graveyard transition-
Sadiq felt the silent tears flowing down his cheeks as the coffin was lowered into the ground. He held Karamat in his arms, and Katariina was holding tightly onto his pants leg.
The Turkish man raised his head.
He thought he could hear the Estonian's voice, but then again, maybe it had just been an memory.
-Holy crap…I'm crying.-
BWAH! H-hope you enjoyed it. The inspiration for this is the song "I hope you dance." Listen to it as you read this, and you will probably end up crying. Please review if you want to!
Katariina - Estonian girl name for "Pure"
Karamat- Turkish name for "Miracle"
Hasta la Pasta!