EPILOGUE
To Whom it May Concern~
This letter has been a long time coming and I've just been too cowardly to write it. It's three in the morning and my husband is asleep in the bed behind me but I feel that this must be written before morning.
I am forty-three years old and will be forty-four in one week's time. I do not remember any of my grandparents on either side of the family except for maybe my grandfather on my father's side. My other grandfather died when I was too young and my grandmother hasn't spoken to me since my mother and her 'difference of opinion.'
There are a lot of memories from my childhood that I want to share with the world but only a few are important enough in detail. The first is Peter Jr. being born. I was six and I was shopping with mommy and Auntie Lana. We were getting some new baby clothes when Auntie Lana collapsed in the middle of the store. An ambulance was called and I got to ride along with them as they hurried to the hospital. Peter Jr. was born just four hours later. Growing up, the two of us were cousins and best friends. All the major events in our lives was attended by the other, including his wedding to Claire--his high school sweetheart--and my wedding to Thomas--the guy I met in college.
I remember Clark and my mother's relationship. They got together at Auntie Lana and Uncle Pete's wedding and stayed together for a month while he was in Smallville. They broke up when he had to move back to Metropolis, claiming that it was a distance thing. Then, when I was seven, my mother woke me up at two in the morning and announced that we were spending all day packing and moving to Metropolis. It was hilarious seeing Clark's jaw drop and his eyes widen twice their size when he saw us walk into the Daily Planet offices. He didn't say a thing, just took my mother and me into his arms and refused to let go. They were married four months later. At the wedding, I was the flower girl and I wasn't able to keep my attention on Clark and my mother for long. My eyes drifted and I saw a bald man hanging by the door. It was curious because I had never seen him before in my life. When he saw me staring at him, he gave me a wink. I quickly turned my head back to the ceremony. When I looked back, the man nodded at me and slipped away just as the last words of the ceremony were spoken. I never did find out who that man was nor did I ever tell anyone that I saw him. But now thinking back on it, I wish I would have known what the connection between him and my mother were.
Of all the things I remember the most, the one thing that sticks out in my mind was when I told my mother about Thomas. I complained for days on end how pathetic and annoying he was. Mommy just giggled and said, "You're more my daughter than I ever thought." When I asked her to elaborate, she explained about my father and how much he was like Thomas.
I have two kids too. A son and a daughter. Ryan, my son, is twenty-two and has fallen in love with a girl in his biology class. He annoys her like his father did me. I know that the two of them will be married by the end of next year. That is, if he's anything like the generations before him. Jamie-Lynn, or Jay to honor my father, is nineteen and has just entered her first semester at UCLA. She's studying to be a photographer/journalist. Jay takes after my mother and me so much that it's scary. And I've heard rumors that there's a guy in her photography class that keeps leaving flowers for her. My mother started it all.
Well, it's late and I must retire to bed. And if anyone is wondering, I took after my parents and I am the editor of the Daily Planet.
Best Wishes, Leona Rachelle Sullivan-Kent Davis
To Whom it May Concern~
This letter has been a long time coming and I've just been too cowardly to write it. It's three in the morning and my husband is asleep in the bed behind me but I feel that this must be written before morning.
I am forty-three years old and will be forty-four in one week's time. I do not remember any of my grandparents on either side of the family except for maybe my grandfather on my father's side. My other grandfather died when I was too young and my grandmother hasn't spoken to me since my mother and her 'difference of opinion.'
There are a lot of memories from my childhood that I want to share with the world but only a few are important enough in detail. The first is Peter Jr. being born. I was six and I was shopping with mommy and Auntie Lana. We were getting some new baby clothes when Auntie Lana collapsed in the middle of the store. An ambulance was called and I got to ride along with them as they hurried to the hospital. Peter Jr. was born just four hours later. Growing up, the two of us were cousins and best friends. All the major events in our lives was attended by the other, including his wedding to Claire--his high school sweetheart--and my wedding to Thomas--the guy I met in college.
I remember Clark and my mother's relationship. They got together at Auntie Lana and Uncle Pete's wedding and stayed together for a month while he was in Smallville. They broke up when he had to move back to Metropolis, claiming that it was a distance thing. Then, when I was seven, my mother woke me up at two in the morning and announced that we were spending all day packing and moving to Metropolis. It was hilarious seeing Clark's jaw drop and his eyes widen twice their size when he saw us walk into the Daily Planet offices. He didn't say a thing, just took my mother and me into his arms and refused to let go. They were married four months later. At the wedding, I was the flower girl and I wasn't able to keep my attention on Clark and my mother for long. My eyes drifted and I saw a bald man hanging by the door. It was curious because I had never seen him before in my life. When he saw me staring at him, he gave me a wink. I quickly turned my head back to the ceremony. When I looked back, the man nodded at me and slipped away just as the last words of the ceremony were spoken. I never did find out who that man was nor did I ever tell anyone that I saw him. But now thinking back on it, I wish I would have known what the connection between him and my mother were.
Of all the things I remember the most, the one thing that sticks out in my mind was when I told my mother about Thomas. I complained for days on end how pathetic and annoying he was. Mommy just giggled and said, "You're more my daughter than I ever thought." When I asked her to elaborate, she explained about my father and how much he was like Thomas.
I have two kids too. A son and a daughter. Ryan, my son, is twenty-two and has fallen in love with a girl in his biology class. He annoys her like his father did me. I know that the two of them will be married by the end of next year. That is, if he's anything like the generations before him. Jamie-Lynn, or Jay to honor my father, is nineteen and has just entered her first semester at UCLA. She's studying to be a photographer/journalist. Jay takes after my mother and me so much that it's scary. And I've heard rumors that there's a guy in her photography class that keeps leaving flowers for her. My mother started it all.
Well, it's late and I must retire to bed. And if anyone is wondering, I took after my parents and I am the editor of the Daily Planet.
Best Wishes, Leona Rachelle Sullivan-Kent Davis