Reconnecting?

Ch 6

Chapter 6

    Reconnecting?

 

     “Jenna.” she said, obviously holding back tears. Her dark black hair matched her mother’s but her slander face and amber brown eyes matched her fathers. “I’m almost sixteen and we go to the same high school.” School, it hadn’t even crossed my mind. I wonder what it was like. Who are my friends? Do i have good grades?

     “Kisa.” Said the older of the two girls. She looked the same as her mother except the age difference and the length of hair; with long black hair, a pumper body and an eternally worried face. “I’m twenty and go to M university.”

     “My turn?” a timid and small voice said threw a tall pair of legs. “My names Stanley.” He peered around and stared at me behind thick glasses that were far too big for his face. I couldn’t help but smile at his adorable face. “Do you really not remember me?” I couldn’t help but frown.

      His light brown hair shinned as he stood awkwardly in the sunlight that came through the hospital window and something about his sad face made me want to make him laugh. I didn’t remember anything about this meek kid that stood in front of me and it deeply saddened me.

     “Of course i do!” I couldn’t bear to see him sad at my expense.  I picked him up from the ground and swung him onto my lap. “How could i forget you?!” i tickled his sides till he screamed with joy.

     “Good” he said “cuz i would hate you to forget my birthday in four and a half months. Your still ganna get me that red fire truck, right?” i nodded.

     For the longest time i listened. He talked about kindergarten and learning to count to fifty. He talked about his best friend Yoshi and there sword fighting games. The soft whisper of his childish voice soothed my shaken nerves. I just nodded.

    “Stanley. It’s time to go.” Father called. “We’ll see you after church. OK, Misaki?” I nodded.

     “Bye Misaki!” Stanley and the others called from the door way. I just waved. I couldn’t bring myself to speak. I was afraid i would cry.

     “You’re a good brother, you know.” I slightly jump, startled by his presence. His large hand once again rustled threw my hair and the tears behind by eyes vanished.

     “You think? Because i don’t. A good brother wouldn’t forget his little brother just to feel better about his life.” His hand slipped down my head and pulled it to face him. My heart raced and i prepared myself for a kiss.

      “I think if you were willing to forget everything you had, you had a hell of a good reason.” He smiled that beautifully calm smile but I looked into his almost golden eyes that swam with life. They were deep and hypnotizing. And they made me believe every word he said.

     But he didn’t kiss me and i made a promise to myself right there; no more hospital soap operas.