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- OOC First Name
- Amanda
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- Age
- 45
Estrella's knees buckled as she was apparated to the bottom of stone steps, the winter chill biting through her weather inadequate house robes. The house was dark, and she did not recognize it for what it was at first. But she remembered the situation as a forcefully muscled arm pulled her up, and walked her up the steps like a reluctant five year old. With a flick of his wand her dad unlocked the door, and led her inside, flicking on the light, which was amazingly powered by electricity. The hallway seemed plain and uninteresting, and nothing clicked for her. But when she took a step into the kitchen, it was a whole other story.
Memories collapsed upon her like a tidal wave, and a forceful one stuck out among all the others. There she was, at the age of five, barely able to see over the counter. It was daytime, she could tell that. Her mom's beautiful face was illuminated byt the window, set with curly dark hair, pulled back into a loose ponytail. She kneaded sugar cookie dough with her hands, while five year old Estrella, standing on a stool, amused herself by cutting the dough with christmas cookie cutters. She remembered her favorite white skirt, which she was wearing this day with a pink edged jean jacket. Her hair fell in ringlets upon her shoulders.
"Those cookies look great, 'strella," Lorelei complimented her, slabbing a star shaped cookie on a stone ovenbrick. Estrella smiled back at her with a comical grin, as many of her teeth had fallen out.
"Thanks, Mommy," she piped cheerily, her voice happy and high pitched. They were lost in the moment, mother and daughter. BUt there was a certain void for Estrella that her mother alone could not fill, and her expression became serious as she cut out the last bit of cookie dough and rolled the scraps into a ball, popping it into her mouth.
"Is Daddy coming home for Christmas, Mommy?" Estrella inquired, her dark eyes wide.
"He might be, 'strella," Lorelei sighed, her blue eyes vacant and sad. "But you know Daddy has work to do in Norway. He keeps everyone safe, and sometimes that means he can't get home on time." Lorelei bit her lip; she had to put on and air of assurance to keep her daughter content, although these days she was unsure of anything anymore. Not a letter she had received from her husband, not even a reassuring note from anyone that he was okay. MOre and more often he was gone, and she was finding it hard to bear it. Ruffling her daughter's hair with her hand, she added, "We'll celevrate Christmas with daddy when he gets home, kay honey?"
"Kay," Estrella replied glumly, setting the last cookie on the srtone. She found it quite hard as a five year old to get used to her father's absences.
Snapping back into reality, Estrella opened her eyes to look at her dad, who was returning her gaze with a dark and weary expression. Home for Christmas, Dad, she muttered hoarsely, Just like Mommy said you would be. Except, I dont think she figured it would be ten years later.
Memories collapsed upon her like a tidal wave, and a forceful one stuck out among all the others. There she was, at the age of five, barely able to see over the counter. It was daytime, she could tell that. Her mom's beautiful face was illuminated byt the window, set with curly dark hair, pulled back into a loose ponytail. She kneaded sugar cookie dough with her hands, while five year old Estrella, standing on a stool, amused herself by cutting the dough with christmas cookie cutters. She remembered her favorite white skirt, which she was wearing this day with a pink edged jean jacket. Her hair fell in ringlets upon her shoulders.
"Those cookies look great, 'strella," Lorelei complimented her, slabbing a star shaped cookie on a stone ovenbrick. Estrella smiled back at her with a comical grin, as many of her teeth had fallen out.
"Thanks, Mommy," she piped cheerily, her voice happy and high pitched. They were lost in the moment, mother and daughter. BUt there was a certain void for Estrella that her mother alone could not fill, and her expression became serious as she cut out the last bit of cookie dough and rolled the scraps into a ball, popping it into her mouth.
"Is Daddy coming home for Christmas, Mommy?" Estrella inquired, her dark eyes wide.
"He might be, 'strella," Lorelei sighed, her blue eyes vacant and sad. "But you know Daddy has work to do in Norway. He keeps everyone safe, and sometimes that means he can't get home on time." Lorelei bit her lip; she had to put on and air of assurance to keep her daughter content, although these days she was unsure of anything anymore. Not a letter she had received from her husband, not even a reassuring note from anyone that he was okay. MOre and more often he was gone, and she was finding it hard to bear it. Ruffling her daughter's hair with her hand, she added, "We'll celevrate Christmas with daddy when he gets home, kay honey?"
"Kay," Estrella replied glumly, setting the last cookie on the srtone. She found it quite hard as a five year old to get used to her father's absences.
Snapping back into reality, Estrella opened her eyes to look at her dad, who was returning her gaze with a dark and weary expression. Home for Christmas, Dad, she muttered hoarsely, Just like Mommy said you would be. Except, I dont think she figured it would be ten years later.