Hmm… I guess I’ll just have to start from the very
beginning. But first, let me introduce myself. I’m Danielle Dawinning. I’m a young
adult. I have 2 sisters and I’m aunt of 1 teenager. Both my parents are still
alive and healthy, living with the rest of my family. Even though I’m pretty
young, I was the first to move out. To follow the perfect life.
Yup, that's me. I'm quite artistic (though I don't usually admit it myself =P). My hair comes from my dad, the rest of my family has turquoise mixed hair like my mother.
Anyway, enough blah-ing (as Miranda used to put it...) On with the story!
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It was a beautiful sunny morning. The whole family had come to wave us goodbye, us being my husband Andrew, my 8-year-old daughter Miranda and me, and wish us a good happy life in the newly bought home.
I know, it's not the best picture, but it's pretty good as it got the whole family in. After a few minutes, they had to continue back because they live quite far away. However, they moved to a place in the same town (as a surprise, though I'd actually suspected it.)
Miranda and Andrew settled in right away. We had a pool in the backyard.
See? They were having loads of fun while I was inside painting. Of course, my husband couldn't have resist a few kisses. :)
But, alas, all good things come to an end. But mine ended too soon.
Car crash.
Those words still freshly resonate in my ears - they were the two words that changed my life forever.
Miranda and Andrew had decided to go out to check out the new town, and possibly meet some new friends or find some awesome playgrounds. They took the new car, of course. But I was stubborn and wanted to finish my painting first (I'm not that much of an outdoorsy person - I do like it but I mostly I prefer staying home where I'm safe and comfortable.)
After an hour or so, I got a call from my sister. She carried dreadful news.
"Danielle Dawinning speaking. Who is this?"
"Hey, sis, it' me Muriel,"
"Oh hi Mu! What's up?"
"Um, well... I'm not sure how you're going to take this but-"
"What is it...?"
"You're family.... There was... And then... They died..."
"WHAT?!?! What do you mean 'they died'? Who died?"
"A-Andrew and Miranda...."
"Stop it, Muriel. It's not funny."
"I'm not joking, Dani-"
"I SAID SHUT UP!" That's when I hung up the phone.
A few days later was the funeral. I was utterly depressed. I didn't eat, sleep, paint, nothing. I felt dead to the world and I was completely numb at the funeral. It wasn't until I had talked to my mother when the emotions actually came out.
I talked to the rest of my family, too. They all came to say one last goodbye to their newest family members. I shed more tears that night than the rest of my life.
The following days were dreadful. I mourned and barely did anything.
My sister, Muriel, kept her mind of Miranda by working over hours, so didn't have time to talk to me. Fortunately, I had more luck with Tanja and she immediately came over.
I was really relieved but soon lost the good mood again thinking about why I wanted her to come. Fortunately, she immediately noticed something was really wrong - more than usual. She pulled up her weird yet awesome fashion taste and announced it time for a make-over. First, she grabbed the scissors. I was slightly shaky with the idea of my childish sister with scissors near my neck, but didn't have the energy to pull away. It wasn't long before all my long locks were gone.
Next on the were my clothes. She, of course, came prepared and - knowing my two favourite colours - had the clothes hidden in her bag. It wasn't long before we were posing for her camera with my complete new look. She was really proud of herself.
After she left, things went downhill again. Fortunately, this wasn't as bad as the first time and didn't last as long. Why? Because Andrew came back - ghost form - in the middle of one night. He told me that Miranda was doing fine and told me something that shocked me - her biggest dream could now not be completed. She had wanted to be the mother of 100 unique children, just like that lady in the newspaper.
I vowed I would resurrect my first beautiful pink- and purple-loving daughter Miranda. And that I'd complete the 100BC for her. So here I am - going to complete the challenge!
But, alas, all good things come to an end. But mine ended too soon.
Car crash.
Those words still freshly resonate in my ears - they were the two words that changed my life forever.
Miranda and Andrew had decided to go out to check out the new town, and possibly meet some new friends or find some awesome playgrounds. They took the new car, of course. But I was stubborn and wanted to finish my painting first (I'm not that much of an outdoorsy person - I do like it but I mostly I prefer staying home where I'm safe and comfortable.)
After an hour or so, I got a call from my sister. She carried dreadful news.
"Danielle Dawinning speaking. Who is this?"
"Hey, sis, it' me Muriel,"
"Oh hi Mu! What's up?"
"Um, well... I'm not sure how you're going to take this but-"
"What is it...?"
"You're family.... There was... And then... They died..."
"WHAT?!?! What do you mean 'they died'? Who died?"
"A-Andrew and Miranda...."
"Stop it, Muriel. It's not funny."
"I'm not joking, Dani-"
"I SAID SHUT UP!" That's when I hung up the phone.
A few days later was the funeral. I was utterly depressed. I didn't eat, sleep, paint, nothing. I felt dead to the world and I was completely numb at the funeral. It wasn't until I had talked to my mother when the emotions actually came out.
I talked to the rest of my family, too. They all came to say one last goodbye to their newest family members. I shed more tears that night than the rest of my life.
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| Thanking my nephew for his support |
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| Calming my sister, Tanja, down |
My sister, Muriel, kept her mind of Miranda by working over hours, so didn't have time to talk to me. Fortunately, I had more luck with Tanja and she immediately came over.
I was really relieved but soon lost the good mood again thinking about why I wanted her to come. Fortunately, she immediately noticed something was really wrong - more than usual. She pulled up her weird yet awesome fashion taste and announced it time for a make-over. First, she grabbed the scissors. I was slightly shaky with the idea of my childish sister with scissors near my neck, but didn't have the energy to pull away. It wasn't long before all my long locks were gone.
After she left, things went downhill again. Fortunately, this wasn't as bad as the first time and didn't last as long. Why? Because Andrew came back - ghost form - in the middle of one night. He told me that Miranda was doing fine and told me something that shocked me - her biggest dream could now not be completed. She had wanted to be the mother of 100 unique children, just like that lady in the newspaper.
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| I told Andrew I just wanted to be friends. He took it really well :) |
