One day in the middle of January 1961, Mark Evans left his daughter Petunia
in kindergarten and hurried to the hospital where his wife was giving birth
to their second child.
At half past eight Leonard David Evans was born, and half an hour later his twin-sister Lillian Dora Evans saw daylight for the first time. Both had already a little mess of scarlet hair on their heads, and blue eyes, like most babies have. Both of them were screaming on the top of their lungs, and both of them got clad in blue cloths, even though the hospital used to use the blue cloths only for the boys and pink cloths for the girls. That the little girl to got blue cloths was because of a mistake someone had done, so that all of the pink baby-cloths got sent to a prison and the hospital got a bunch of the prisoners now washed socks and underwear.
When they got home Petunia got to meet her new siblings for the first time. She looked at them and said: "Thank you, mom, now I don't need my dolls anymore." Her mother, Rose Evans, laughed and told her that the babies weren't to play with. Everyone in the family were now very happy.
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A weekend about two and a half year later Lillian and Leonard was home from kindergarten. They were outside playing with a red ball they had gotten from their grandma at their last birthday.
One time Leonard threw the ball too far, so it rolled into the street. Lillian went after the ball to fetch it. She did not know how dangerous cars were, and even if she had known it, that would not have helped. She did not see, nor hear the blue car that came driving on the street.
Rose Evans came out from the house, carrying a tray with cinnamon buns. She saw the car approaching her daughter, and she knew how dangerous it was. She screamed and dropped the tray.
The driver saw the little girl on the street and hit the brake, but he knew it was hopeless. It was too late for him to stop, so he turned the wheel and drove onto the grass on the side of the road.
Unfortunately he made a mistake. He drove on the wrong side of the street, and instead of hitting Lillian he hit Leonard, who had watched the car with interest. Rose screamed again and Mark came running out of the house. The driver stopped the car about hundred meters down the street and ran to the lifeless body of the two and a half year old boy. Mark had ran inside the house to call the ambulance, but the driver knew that it was too late. The little boy was dead.
Lillian lifted the red ball and went with it to the body of her brother, smiling triumphantly and wanting to give her brother the ball.
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At first Lillian missed her brother and kept asking for him. But since she was so young when he died, the memory of him faded away. Her parents never talked about their dead son, because they thought it would hurt Lillian more if she knew what she had had and lost than if she did not know about her brother. They only visited his grave when she was in kindergarten, and later in school, and by the time she turned eight she had forgotten her brother completely.
One who had absolutely not forgotten her brother was Petunia. She had loved both her brother and her sister, and when her brother had died she could not get over it. She got shyer, and it was hard to get close to her. She also got quite sarcastic and mean, but just to them she didn't know well.
Lillian went to the same school as Petunia, and she had lot of friends, mostly girls, but some boys, too. Her best friend was named Amy, and they met almost every day.
Lillian's eyes were now emerald, as her father's, and she had her still scarlet hair shortcut as she never cared to take care of it. Mostly she wore trousers, for the most time jeans, but sometimes she wore dresses or skirts.
Lillian got very good grades, and she loved to read, most fantasy and other fiction.
When she got older she got interested in shopping too. She and Amy used to shop for hours and hours in a mall nearby. They bought dresses they almost never used, cosmetics, cloths, presents to each other, presents to others, they bought every thing that they thought of, and Lillian used all her savings for shopping.
One day in July, the same year as she had turned eleven, she came home after shopping with Amy. She took the post from the mailbox, and went in.
She put the post on the table in the kitchen and should just go to her room to change to a blouse she had just bought, when a letter caught her eye. It was old-looking, and the emerald letters on told her that it was for her.
At half past eight Leonard David Evans was born, and half an hour later his twin-sister Lillian Dora Evans saw daylight for the first time. Both had already a little mess of scarlet hair on their heads, and blue eyes, like most babies have. Both of them were screaming on the top of their lungs, and both of them got clad in blue cloths, even though the hospital used to use the blue cloths only for the boys and pink cloths for the girls. That the little girl to got blue cloths was because of a mistake someone had done, so that all of the pink baby-cloths got sent to a prison and the hospital got a bunch of the prisoners now washed socks and underwear.
When they got home Petunia got to meet her new siblings for the first time. She looked at them and said: "Thank you, mom, now I don't need my dolls anymore." Her mother, Rose Evans, laughed and told her that the babies weren't to play with. Everyone in the family were now very happy.
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A weekend about two and a half year later Lillian and Leonard was home from kindergarten. They were outside playing with a red ball they had gotten from their grandma at their last birthday.
One time Leonard threw the ball too far, so it rolled into the street. Lillian went after the ball to fetch it. She did not know how dangerous cars were, and even if she had known it, that would not have helped. She did not see, nor hear the blue car that came driving on the street.
Rose Evans came out from the house, carrying a tray with cinnamon buns. She saw the car approaching her daughter, and she knew how dangerous it was. She screamed and dropped the tray.
The driver saw the little girl on the street and hit the brake, but he knew it was hopeless. It was too late for him to stop, so he turned the wheel and drove onto the grass on the side of the road.
Unfortunately he made a mistake. He drove on the wrong side of the street, and instead of hitting Lillian he hit Leonard, who had watched the car with interest. Rose screamed again and Mark came running out of the house. The driver stopped the car about hundred meters down the street and ran to the lifeless body of the two and a half year old boy. Mark had ran inside the house to call the ambulance, but the driver knew that it was too late. The little boy was dead.
Lillian lifted the red ball and went with it to the body of her brother, smiling triumphantly and wanting to give her brother the ball.
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At first Lillian missed her brother and kept asking for him. But since she was so young when he died, the memory of him faded away. Her parents never talked about their dead son, because they thought it would hurt Lillian more if she knew what she had had and lost than if she did not know about her brother. They only visited his grave when she was in kindergarten, and later in school, and by the time she turned eight she had forgotten her brother completely.
One who had absolutely not forgotten her brother was Petunia. She had loved both her brother and her sister, and when her brother had died she could not get over it. She got shyer, and it was hard to get close to her. She also got quite sarcastic and mean, but just to them she didn't know well.
Lillian went to the same school as Petunia, and she had lot of friends, mostly girls, but some boys, too. Her best friend was named Amy, and they met almost every day.
Lillian's eyes were now emerald, as her father's, and she had her still scarlet hair shortcut as she never cared to take care of it. Mostly she wore trousers, for the most time jeans, but sometimes she wore dresses or skirts.
Lillian got very good grades, and she loved to read, most fantasy and other fiction.
When she got older she got interested in shopping too. She and Amy used to shop for hours and hours in a mall nearby. They bought dresses they almost never used, cosmetics, cloths, presents to each other, presents to others, they bought every thing that they thought of, and Lillian used all her savings for shopping.
One day in July, the same year as she had turned eleven, she came home after shopping with Amy. She took the post from the mailbox, and went in.
She put the post on the table in the kitchen and should just go to her room to change to a blouse she had just bought, when a letter caught her eye. It was old-looking, and the emerald letters on told her that it was for her.