It had been eight winters since the child of miracles was born into the cold and harsh world. His mother loved every moment she had with him. The boy would grow to be strong and large; three feet and eleven inches at the age of two, easily mistaken for a four-year-old.
With his height grew his hair that needed to be taken care of, a burnt orange-like burgundy, with pencil tight curls sprouting from his head that his mother simply adored. She would stare at that hair for hours, one minute it had more red hues, the next it had more orange, and she loved every second of it. Those precious locks showed his African roots proudly while keeping hints of his father. A rather fine mixture; additionally, the lavish hair was always seen in the most intricate braids Mireya's hands could make. His eyes seemed to glow with a soft green when the sun shined in them, showing depths of hazel and brown that one could admire for hours; if the eyes were the window to the soul, then his soul was charming. The slight sinch in his upper left tubercles on his lip seems to grow with him, it never prevented him from smiling; in fact, he liked it because he could fit a straw in the gap, which he thought was the coolest trick on planet Earth. Mireya loved tracing that microform cleft lip, it gave them both comfort.
The boy was raised by a family the size of a village; his grandparents, uncle, and godmothers Neveah and Anneli helped raise him in place of a father. His grandmother taught him how to garden, and because of his glorious strength and how big he was, he could easily handle a small bag of soil or a garden tool. His grandfather let the boy help fix articles of the house that desperately needed a little love, learning each tool's name and their uses over the years. His uncle taught him how to play video games and how to help mommy with chores showing him what a true man should do for his mother. His godmother taught him sign language and helped him accept different people. A more important lesson was how to be gentle. Seeing after a year of Miracle's birth Alvar was born; additionally, with the boy's growth and sheer size, playing could be difficult and sometimes dangerous if not handled carefully. He learned to be as gentle as the soft waves of a cold lake, handling the small children with care. With the business expanding, Mireya's job got more complicated to where she sometimes had to go on business trips as That's My World started opening physical shops. This gave way to a feminine role that needed to be filled. Neveah and Anneli made the final decision to just move nearby, to fill in that role and have the benefit of being closer to Finland. Penelope and Alvar preferred the more humid climate and staying near their lifelong friend.
Alvar was only three years younger than Penelope and was definitely the most hard headed out of the three. Being born half deaf, almost like his mother, he preferred to not wear his cochlear implant. He enjoyed the beauty of sign. His pronunciation of words sounded airy, but to those who listened, his message went through. He ended up as a burnt brunette like his mother and took his sire's icy blue eyes.
The last Voorhees walked the Earth, never knowing the truth, living in blissful ignorance of the dark past of his sire. He wasn't at the age to ask any questions. Yet.
