I sat on one of the brocade-colored sofas, by my mother's side. My relationship with my mother was nothing to write home about. Even though I looked just like my mother, our characters were quite opposite. I had her brown hair and her cute black eyes. I also inherited the brightly colored pink, and thin lips from her, her youthful and rosy cheek was also evident on my face. Some people suggested that if I got older, I would be the same height as she was. And definitely, as curvy as she was. In literal terms, I was a younger copy of my mother. The only thing I Inherited from my father was his temperament. I was as beautiful as my mother and as cool-headed as my father. My mother, unlike my father, who made a joke out of everything, got irritated even by what others thought was funny. She nagged at my father and despised spending time with him. If my father were home, I would be with him In the garden or his bedroom. But my father was out of town on an emergency business trip. And my

The drive from his school to my house took me half an hour, as the traffic had gotten busier. It was always so within the hours of eight am to ten am. I packed in the garage after I got home, and rang the doorbell. When no one answered, I turned the knob to the aging door, and walked in. "Mom?" No answer came."Mommy?" I mimicked the child-like manner that I had used to call her when I was much younger. Yet, there was no answer, so I headed straight to the basement. My intention for calling my mother wasn't to announce my return but to make sure the coast was clear.I threaded down to the basement, an underground structure that my brother and I had stumbled on a few years ago when we were playing hide and seek. He had insisted that it was haunted. He pleaded with me that I should stay away from it, but not being a believer in ghosts, I ignored him. I went behind his back and attempted to break into it, but it was securely locked. I made countless attempts to break Into it, but when n

I slept off earlier than I had planned to, I had mulled until I fell asleep. I presumed what my life would look like if my sisters were still alive, I visualized how it would be for me if I wasn't able to break the curse. The disappointment that would be on Annabel's face, the trust they all had for me would flop. I sighed. I knew time was ticking, but I didn't know what to do. My mind was blank. I lay on my bed, while my thoughts traveled to the future and the past until I had answered the call of nature.The following day, I was woken up by Kain. He had come knocking on my door, he wanted to let me know that dad would be back in a few hours. "Kerah..."He pushed the door open, and without waiting for my response, I answered subconsciously. I was sleep-talking. "yes?" Then he stormed into my room. I sat up, everything still seemed blurry to me, I rubbed my eyes with my right hand. "Kerah, guess who called, that he would be coming home today?"I stared blankly. I had never been good w

My father had struggled to explain why he had said it would be our last picnic, and he had eventually sent me out of his bedroom. "I will explain what I meant during the picnic, baby." He motioned for me to leave. "I have to plan for it now, go on to your bedroom princess, I will send for you when I need you." I couldn't be more grateful. I felt a heavy weight off my chest. I had forgiven him. All I had to do was to forgive my mother, and I would be ready to move on to the next task, or challenge. I was also happy that I was out of his sight. I put my hand in the pocket of my bunny pants and brought out a little photo album, it looked like it was a pocket album anyways. I had stolen it from his study desk when I heard him coming, it was the only thing I hadn't looked at, I needed to know what was inside of it.Settling down on the porch, I began to gaze at the pictures. There were all pictures of my sisters and e when I was younger, one of which my brother had been part of.I took so

In a short while, we were back in the basement. My father led the way, and I followed quietly. He pointed out a lot of things that I hadn't seen when I came here alone, and some things that I had seen, but didn't understand, he explained them to me. "You see? " His finger pointed at the dark end of the basement. I nodded. I had seen that end when I had come up here, but I didn't dare go close to it, it looked so haunted. "That's where we kept all their stuff." Although the light was on, that end looked differently dark. I was dying to get closer and see for myself, but I wasn't ready to go down there by Myself, and nor did I want to go with my father. "You can come here and look around whenever you are less busy. You will always find something new." I nodded, I was glad I didn't break the door down, because I would have been in a lot of trouble, now. How did he know about the basement, if it were my mother's evil hideout? I kept my questions to myself. He caught a cobweb in his hand