We're all kinda of sitting on the couch doing nothing right now. It's funny how six people can pile on to a three-person couch so easily. Then again Angelina is sitting on Fred's lap, Alicia is sitting on the arms rest, and Oliver is sitting next to me on the armrest. Oh he dropped his book! I get to see his cute arse. Oliver just read what I wrote and said if I wanted to see his arse I only had to ask. Hehe, did I mention I love having Oliver as boyfriend? It means I can look at his arse anytime I want.
Incoming owl! This one is my parents' owls. Its carrying a small box wrapped in brown paper.
I opened what my mum had sent me. It didn't have a card or anything. Inside the brown paper wrappings was a box but inside were the two things that meant the most to me. Inside, carefully wrapped against all bumps and breakage were two paper machete eggs. Everyone watched as I picked up the first one. I was a light blue color with flowers on it. I looked it over and carefully replaced it in the box. The second was a light pink color with flowers on it as well. I felt tears fall from my eyes as I replaced the second egg.
These eggs are two of four eggs that my family keeps displayed in a glass cabinet. There are four eggs, three blue ones and one pink. The blue ones are for my brothers and myself, the pink is in memory of my sister.
My sister, Rachel Melissa Elizabeth Jane Bell the sixth is a household icon. She is the standard that I am set up to. The first born daughter of each generation is given the name Rachel Melissa Elizabeth Jane Bell. Afterwards is the number. My dad's sister is Rachel the fifth and my now deceased great aunt, sister of my grandfather, was the fourth. It's kind of ironic to have a family name since a mother with that name will never pass it on to her daughter. It's only passed down through the Bells. One of my brothers will be the next to name a daughter that name since they are the only two males in this generation of the family to bear the last name Bell.
Back to my sister. She was the first born out of anyone. She was christened Rachel the sixth. Rachel the fourth gave my mum the eggs in her honor. Rachel the fourth died soon after that. When my sister was three months old she started to have problems. She had complications with her heart and her heart eventually failed her.
All my life I was told to act like my sister, a very hard thing seeing as how there is one brother and four years between us making it impossible for me to ever have known how she would have acted. My mum used to lecture me that my sister wouldn't have done something like that, my sister would have been a perfect little girl. She would have been smart, pretty, polite, sociable and charming in every way. My sister would have gone into the ministry like the rest of the family. She wouldn't have gotten into any trouble at school and she wouldn't have played Quidditch.
After I had gotten a detention at Hogwarts, my mum sent me a howler. "How dare you do that! Your sister Rachel Melissa Elizabeth Jane Bell wouldn't have done something like that! You should live up to her!"
I know they only say that cause they miss her. Losing your first kid has got to be hard even if you have three afterward. I was always unsatisfactory, I never lived up to expectations so they tried to set her up as an example but it's hard to live up to somebody who never lived long enough to be an example.
When I was little I used to lie on my stomach in the living room and stare at the eggs in the glass case. I remember my mum once telling me which eggs belonged to whom. When she told me my egg was one of the blue ones, identical in every way to my brothers' eggs, I was mad. Why should the pretty pink one go to my sister? I was always a bit of a tomboy, but of course we always want what we can't have. Now when I compare them, I like the blue just as the same as the pink.
Did my mum really mean to give these to me? Didn't she want to keep them? I dug around the paper and found a letter.
Dearest Katie,
I think it's time you had these since they belong to you. I think it's only right that you keep her egg to remind you how much she would have loved you and how though she might not be here any longer she will always watch over her baby sister.
Love,
Mum
Wow, this um wow. Fred and George are asking me what's so special about two eggs. I'm choosing to not comment. I'm going to put these on display like my mum had in a glass case.
Sorry, something that was bugging me lately. No one is allowed to laugh because the pink egg is a very important thing to me. My grandmother, who is now dead, gave them to my sister and me and while my sister is very much alive, I used to wish the pink egg was mine. Yeah, the blue one is mine. My mum doesn't even remember telling me the blue egg was mine. Maybe it was all in my head but I spent a lot of time wishing my grandmother had been alive when I was born so I could have the pink egg.
