I decided to stay in the clearance from my parents. My mother was definitely angry with my father… but she didn't want to go against him… it's always the same thing… her being stuck between us… but at least she was being supportive… my mother was always different… on the other hand, my father seems to be fucked up. I don't understand what's going to take him to realise that I'm truly sorry for what I did… I wish I could get him to see pass that.

We continued to talk, and I joined Aunt Kate's and Uncle Elliot's conversation. They managed to make me laugh; forget some of the pain I was having.

'I remember till this very day! I never wanted to take vitamins, so I used to bribe my mother to buy me sweets in order to take them.'

'… and then what happened?' I asked engorged into the story.

'I caught him ditching the vitamins and eating only the sweets. That was the last day of his bribes.' Grandma laughed. '…I remember Christian laughed so hard when I caught Elliot that I had to separate them in different rooms.'

'… and then I came in.' Aunt Mia continued. '… I've always had this thing where I'm lost in my own word, and then I understand something different from what you tell me and I make my own stories.'

'…and?'

'Mum was shouting 'No more eating sweets young man… ' and the usual doctor stuff… then I came in and told them 'Eating feet?'' She replied as she sat beside me.

I laughed it out… they were so funny… so different when they were young. Aunt Mia had still remained the girl that loved shopping, being childish and is the cool one in the whole family. She was never afraid to say what she feels, and was never shy for sure to confront someone, whether on being a show off, a jerk or even an attention-seeker.

She's the youngest of the family, and the most sensible of all. Dad was always this control freak. He needed the power, the need that nobody goes against his orders. What was his problem in having things going against you? Life is full constant contradictions… why can't he just accept that maybe things may go the wrong direction every now and then?

While the whole family kept recollecting memories of the past years, I ended up zoning out to my usual world… What was I doing there? My father doesn't give a shit about me… my mother tries to be the Good Samaritan, the good doctor, tries in helping them both, and apparently it seems to be working… I just wish there is a button that I can switch on or switch off, and fix everything…

All of a sudden I feel a pinch in my arm. It was Walter

'What was that for?' I replied as I rubbed my arm.

'Sewwwa! I've been talkinwg to you…' He replied.

'Sorry… I was think sweetie…' I replied… 'What did you tell me?' I replied as I took a sip from my water.

'I saiwd that my favowite sowng is 'I like biwg butts.''

I totally didn't expect that. I chocked on my water, only to laugh at his answer. A 6 year old child knew about that song?

'Aren't you a little too young to listen to that type of music?' I replied while everybody around me laughed at Walter's answer.

'Nowww! I'm a biwgg man! Like my daddy! He loves that song!'

I was quite surprised at that news. I never took Flynn for those kind of music. I always imagined Flynn and Rhian to have the same likings as parents… Guess you cannot judge a book by its cover.

'It was actually the first song he laughed too.' Rhian answered. 'We were Old music MTV and as it came on, he started jumping and laughing.' She explained.

'What abowt youw Sewa? What music dow youw like?' He asked as he jumped on lap.

'Mhmm… that's a very trick question there kiddo… Right now, my current favourites are Wild ones and Whistle by Flo-rida, and Dark Horse by Katy Perry, but I also love and adore Taylor Swift. She's my utmost favourite.'

'But her songs are all about break-ups and boyfriends… and stuff.' Derek grumbled.

'That's what I love about them. She has a boyfriend, breaks-up and humiliates them in a song, but she also has another one about her mother, her father and her brother. It's called 'The Best Day' … It brings back so many memories.' I replied as I looked at my father, where he only looked down to his glass… I guess I did make his gut wrench a bit…

'So innocent!' Clarissa smiled.

'I'm not innocent!' I disagreed. I didn't want to seem the innocent, goody two shoes girl.

'Of course you are!' Grandma Carla agreed. 'And you shouldn't be ashamed of it.'

'Why do you like Dark horse?' Flynn caught me off guard.

'Well… the video says it all… men bring her gifts, she takes them, but they're not good enough for her… so she turns them into either dust or souvenirs.'

'So you view men as what?'

'Are you psycho analysing me Flynn?' I asked as I raised my eyebrow, while the room went into quiet mode.

'Maybe… and maybe not…' He continued as he rested his back to the couch. 'You said that you liked it when she turned them into dust… is that how you feel, wanting to change everything that bothers you into dust?'

I took my time to answer, because I had to choose the right words with the doctor here… if I didn't answer him, then he'll know… but if I answer wisely, I may get him off my back for a while.

'Let me ask you this… imagine… you were asked by someone that you didn't like… what would you have done? Gone out with her as a pitiful case? Or would you have turned her down?'

'Depends… I'd see what I have in it for me… I think I still would have gone out on a date with her as a trial… she may be different when she's in private…' He answered wisely.

'Fair enough… but what if it turned to be the other way round?'

'I would have ended the affair… not letting emotions build up…'

'Good… now you've just answered the question you asked to me.' I replied. 'Flynn, as you see we are not that different… you'd still give her the red card and back out… it's the same with a girl that doesn't like the guy… we happen to be girls, aka meaning that we love being spoiled whether we like the guy or not… if we don't see it to work, we break up with the guy and still hold on to the gifts… it's how it all works... and then the cycle starts over again with other men and other experiences… '

'So what you're saying is that women can be materialists.' He asked.

'Firstly, that's a statement Flynn.' I challenged. 'Secondly… no… not really… relationships are all feelings of euphoria and something above this world, especially when it's the peak of the relationship. So gifts are expected, but if the couple sees that it's not going to work, then why should they waste their time, when they can be with someone better?' I replied. 'They have plenty to lose…'

'You're mature for your age.' He replied as he sipped his liquor. '… but how do you feel with the way you want to turn things around?'

'That's a personal question.' I replied holding back. 'There are plenty of ways to deal with things… everybody has his coping mechanisms… Everybody has their own ways like I have… Taking you for example, you chose the line of psychiatry, which means that in the past you had something that troubled you, which when you got all better made you realise that you can help others, so you chose your line.'

'…and what makes you think that?' He replied squirming uncomfortably in his place.

'Flynn, you have manicured hands, clear eyes, and perfect face sculptures, meaning that you either came from a wealthy background, or either a model… I'd go with the first one, seeing as you have a beautiful wife and two lovely kids. Your strong grip in everything indicates that you over think everything… and the way you over analyse every word anyone says, means that you know all subtle meanings people do give… you don't have any dark circles under your eyes, so you don't have nightmares and no side effects or withdrawals from any drugs… but you take everything to heart when it comes to this family… you are invited to every get-together… you are invited at my home… and you always come with a positive attitude… you have a great relationship with my grandparents and they treat you as if you were their son… so my conclusion is… where you neglected in any way from your family? Your real family?' I asked as I felt everybody's eyes on us.

'Yes…' He answered. 'In all honesty I was… my mother died at a very early age, and I lived with my father, but he had to work to send me and my brother to school, but they died in a car crash when I was 18.' He continued comfortably. 'Where did you learn these things?' He asked intrigued.

'Flynn, all you have to do is observe. As Lucian Freud says, which I'm sure you're quite familiar with,

'It is through observation and perception of atmosphere that he can register the feeling that he wishes his painting to give out.'

We all give out vibes and ideas, and a presentation of ourselves, but think about it… Is it really us? We either find ways to deal with things, or we crumble under them… it's your choice in the end… but in any way… it's the philosophy of the person in context.'

'Fair point well made… but really Sera… when you say 'deal with things', what do you mean?'

'Flynn, it can be either way you want it… It could be control, lust, greed… anything… again it all depends on the person in context.'

'People should give you more credit… you may be young… but you're definitely not weak minded.' He replied as he took in my appearance.

'Thanks.' I smiled, while Walter started jumping up and down on my lap.

'Sewwwaaa! Awe youwww weady? Pwease can I pway with youwr phone?' He asked.

'No sweetie… I'm waiting for my friend to text me.' I replied slowly. '… but if you want I can play with you?'

'Yes pweeassse!' He replied while both Grandma Grace stood up.

'John dear, can you help me with the champagne please?' asked as she checked the time, and it showed 23.45.

'Soo…' My grandma asked, as she prepared 12 tall glasses.

'She astonished me… I must say… I never took her to be this insightful!' He replied as he opened two bottles of champagne. '…but she never answered any question directly… I'm afraid there is more to what she's saying.'

'Of course there is Flynn!' She replied. 'You had to see what the rape kit brought out. She had internal injuries…I had to stitch them up myself. She was all bruised, and I bet she still feels pain whenever she moves… her hymen was tore in 6 different places.'

'I'll try to talk to her again sometime… ' He replied as he helped grandma carry everything inside the living room.

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