My Parents
Chapter 7
Aki: Bonjour! (that's French) How are you doing. Here is the next chapter. Hope you like it.
As I look at the photographs of my parents, I wonder what they were like. So many people tell me how great they were. How brave and loving, but somehow I feel deceived. I feel like I am not allowed to know who they really are. That I can not learn from experience.
It was not until my third year that my father was a major trouble- maker.
No one told me my father bullied Snape, I had to see it for myself then the explained it after I asked.
No matter what I have seen or heard I do not know my parents. I do not know their likes and dislikes, their favorite foods, or special memories. I don not even know who my mum's friends were. Did Lily Evens even have a best friend?
Would they of liked my friends, my grades, my hobbies? Would they of liked me? Would they have loved me? I know if I asked this question aloud people would have been shocked. They would say, 'Of course they would of loved you. They loved you when you were a baby. They do love you now, like we love you.'
Those words would not comfort me. Reassurances are not the same as witnessing it. It is said that actions speak louder than words. A hug or kiss would prove it. A smile or an 'I love you' or 'we're proud of you, Harry' or a tear when I get hurt or even a reprimand when I do something I should not. That is what I need to know they love me. That they loved me.
Everyone tells me I look exactly like my father, like James (Dumbledore even said that I would get tired of hearing it), but I have my mother's, Lily's, eyes. Even though it gets really repetitive, I like it, because I might not know what their favorite foods are, I know they are in me and that is more important.
All I have to say is Review! Namarie (that's Elvish)