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Rememberance

Latin Memory

I looked at them in awe, envy, jealousy, adoration, and in pain. Beauty can kill those weak of heart. I know I am gonna feel pervy about my thoughts later.

They both stood as mirror images of another and came to me. Rosaria smelled of confusion as they came in the immeasurable time of just trying to focus on their faces. Well, for her they came quickly but to me they could have been walking in slow motion. My eyes noticed too much at once. Father touched the left side of my face and moved my hair behind my ears. He bent down and kissed my forehead.

Exspectata domus meus unique parvulus. is what I heard in my mind. But, the words were translated by the melody of Mother's melodic voice.

"Welcome home my unique child." I was speechless and opened my mouth and prayed I didn't say something stupid.

"I feel as if I am glad to be back." They looked at me and I saw the realization come through.

"Vos have memoria damnum?" Father said. His voice being the symphony within the melody compared to Mother's voice. You have memory loss? My mind is beginning to comprehend latin and translate on it's own. I nodded and looked at them both trying not to break down cause I can smell the sorrow that trailed them when they came to me. Who they see within and beside me.

Grazia

My head fell slightly and Mother lifted my head gently back up.

" Exsisto validus Laureatus. Vos es inter prosapia iam. " Be strong Laura. You are among family now. I lifted my head and smiled serenely.

I think Mother made me look into her mind cause I was suddenly going through the memories of me, Father, Mother, and Momma.

There is first a lone candle before the memory grows into a scene. Then I run into the scene and up to the candle and I sit in front of the candle. The candle sparks and my face turns from a solemn concentration to a cheerful smile.

"Momma vultus EGO can iacio incendia amo Abbas did." Momma look I can cast fire like Father did.

I lift my little arms and the candle's flame grows 15 times it's size.

"Meus parum prodigium. EGO sum sic superbus vestrum." My little prodigy. I am so proud of you.

She was off the porch steps of the western garden and was holding me over her as she sat me on her hip. Father came and I crawled over to him.

"Unus magis vicis mihi parum unus." One more time for me little one.

He sat me down and I stepped in front of the candle. I felt the energy of the warmth on my hands and as my hands rose the fire followed. They clapped and I let the flame simmer out. Mother came and patted my head. It is then that I realized that it was not Mother's memory but my own as they all looked down at me back when I was of two years. I watched as they all faded back into a memory.


My eyes refocused on Mother and Father. They smiled as I did. I was unsure if I was still allowed to hug them freely and that thought was assuaged when Father opened his arms to me. I relaxed and thought of them not as people to fear but to be comfortable around. I turned to Aunt Rosaria and she grinned.

"May Capio suus ut suus cella?" May I take her to her room?
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I apologize for the short chapter. But, it's a filler chapter. Chapter 3 will be longer.

EDIT: I changed my mind and instead of leaving this chapter short I stretched it out.