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“Its another year, I did not try to find trouble, but you know how trouble always seems to find me.” The small figure of a petite woman wrapped in a dark red woollen coat, cream scarf as her long snow white hair was braided down her back. “Mostly anyways… Vy Hand is still giving me trouble, I have to call them back.” Russian and English blending into a hybrid accent as she spoke with a ember of mischief that quickly cooled and died.
“My new contract came, I'm working at the University, I'm not a professor but I have a class of sorts, I'm helping mentor them. It's… scary but good. It's more to keep busy than the money, students hate early mornings anyway so slots nicely.” She continued as the cold wind blew through the Yew trees pulling the leather glove tighter about her hand where the skin was exposed. It was a grey day as many where In the English winter.
“Manami is about to graduate her graphic design degree this year, late nights. I Remember those too well. Ami, she gets too stressed but Momo comforts her, I still find her cat a little strange but too cute when he snuggles into your hoody or blanket.” Pausing as she rested a hand on smooth white stone, fingers of white glossy metal and dark rubber moving silently as its full extent was hidden. Her other hand rested on an ornate cane of blue and silver in designs of snowflakes, shaped with a snowflake guard about where the handle started. It was a little damaged but still beautiful. Much like its owner.
“Elizabeth…” Her voice falter as she spoke the word, her finger traced letters and a date kneeling down to place the flowers, a bright red and yellow amongst the muted tones and pure white marble. “Elizabeth, I wish I had your help, I have so many questions and things I have no idea what to do. How did you get me to vare a coat? I swear she would go out in a tutu, a swimming costume and princess shoes.” She said with a smile, it was one thing in her life that was perfect, a great stress, pain and challenge beyond any other but her daughter was perfect just the way she was and would be.
“Mum, I miss vou, Dad's.. Sometimes I need you. It's gonna be dinner soon. I love, and will always miss you.” Her voice breaking as she travelled the words. “Lady Darya Romus. Loving Wife to Vesarian and Mother to Victoria taken too soon, missed by many, reunited many decades hopefully.” She shed a tear as she found a firm but soft push into her chest and Dark Grey eyes met a matching pair just smaller and far more innocent.
“Mummy sad, Mummy help.” Said Elizabeth as she broke free of an adult who moved after her unable to keep up on the frosty grass to a small blur of bright pink coat and a matching sparkling mittens, hat and scarf. A riot of colour In such a place. “Mummy is better now.” She said pulling the child into a cuddle and kissing her forehead, already she was very much like her mother though her height was probably gonna be taller by the time she was barely a teanager or before.
“Sorry Vika, she is a force of nature, too much of you and her dad in her.” The woman's voice apologised and offered her a careful hand to help her up, shaky as she rose with a child cuddled and supported with her other arm who was looking a little sleepy held by her mothers warmth.
“it's vine Ami, I love all of you, for being here for me, even if von of us is keeping an eye, but not a too close eye mum…” She added and exchanged a quick chaste kiss with a dark haired Asian woman bundled up much like her wife. Her Mother did not need to see everything she got up to.
“6:51, il drive Vika, we can be back for the present opening. The kids will not be up yet after last night.”She said in her American accent, quiet and filled with care, it was a ritual They did every Christmas, they had started it out of general support and it had become a deeply personal thing, just them on Christmas morning.
“Merry Christmas Lady Romus, you know me, i'll never change that..” Came an older gentleman who opened the gate and helped it for the young family smiling as the child slept against her mothers shoulder. He had met them before, they were just a couple then, whatever odd events caused this direction in their life they seemed to have made good from it all. “I better give my wife her champagne, she always enjoyed a party.” The old man said carrying on his own tradition. He had seen her alongside her father, her friend, then wife and then her daughter too. An older man was at the same grave, but he had his own moment and his own ways of memory.
But life and happiness had found a way despite the loss, that was evident in the young girl who obviously needed some more sleep. He spoke in his own way, he was stuck in but kindly, Victoria as he knew she was called having helped her push a pram in one winter morning like this one on the 25th, he still called her by her title however she tried.
“Little Late, zis one was a fussy one. Merry Christmas, stay varm, vt's and a little cold, I gonna get her to have a nap bevore presents” Victoria said thanking him in her unique accent as she headed over to the borrowed Land rover that was parked outside, the unfamiliar vehicle was a little tricky to get the car seat in.
A few minutes later the car turned down the wide drive though the gates, the Manor House was lit up brightly and clearly in the cold wintery sparkle of frost, the tall trees bare and finally arriving at the back of Hephaestus Manner, the lake in far distance was still slightly frozen over in the light morning's light. The front door was still all locked, the staff were on holiday too and would celebrate on their own or with family.
Hot meals would be made, presents open, traditions and happiness shared. Victoria's day always had been an interesting contrast as she began in the dark and the light brought the happiness of family. It all felt right in its own strange way. Her life was strange, why should not her Christmas be so.
“Merry Christmas Victoria said as she entered the warmth of heart and heart.”
Here is the entry:
“Its another year, I did not try to find trouble, but you know how trouble always seems to find me.” The small figure of a petite woman wrapped in a dark red woollen coat, cream scarf as her long snow white hair was braided down her back. “Mostly anyways… Vy Hand is still giving me trouble, I have to call them back.” Russian and English blending into a hybrid accent as she spoke with a ember of mischief that quickly cooled and died.
“My new contract came, I'm working at the University, I'm not a professor but I have a class of sorts, I'm helping mentor them. It's… scary but good. It's more to keep busy than the money, students hate early mornings anyway so slots nicely.” She continued as the cold wind blew through the Yew trees pulling the leather glove tighter about her hand where the skin was exposed. It was a grey day as many where In the English winter.
“Manami is about to graduate her graphic design degree this year, late nights. I Remember those too well. Ami, she gets too stressed but Momo comforts her, I still find her cat a little strange but too cute when he snuggles into your hoody or blanket.” Pausing as she rested a hand on smooth white stone, fingers of white glossy metal and dark rubber moving silently as its full extent was hidden. Her other hand rested on an ornate cane of blue and silver in designs of snowflakes, shaped with a snowflake guard about where the handle started. It was a little damaged but still beautiful. Much like its owner.
“Elizabeth…” Her voice falter as she spoke the word, her finger traced letters and a date kneeling down to place the flowers, a bright red and yellow amongst the muted tones and pure white marble. “Elizabeth, I wish I had your help, I have so many questions and things I have no idea what to do. How did you get me to vare a coat? I swear she would go out in a tutu, a swimming costume and princess shoes.” She said with a smile, it was one thing in her life that was perfect, a great stress, pain and challenge beyond any other but her daughter was perfect just the way she was and would be.
“Mum, I miss vou, Dad's.. Sometimes I need you. It's gonna be dinner soon. I love, and will always miss you.” Her voice breaking as she travelled the words. “Lady Darya Romus. Loving Wife to Vesarian and Mother to Victoria taken too soon, missed by many, reunited many decades hopefully.” She shed a tear as she found a firm but soft push into her chest and Dark Grey eyes met a matching pair just smaller and far more innocent.
“Mummy sad, Mummy help.” Said Elizabeth as she broke free of an adult who moved after her unable to keep up on the frosty grass to a small blur of bright pink coat and a matching sparkling mittens, hat and scarf. A riot of colour In such a place. “Mummy is better now.” She said pulling the child into a cuddle and kissing her forehead, already she was very much like her mother though her height was probably gonna be taller by the time she was barely a teanager or before.
“Sorry Vika, she is a force of nature, too much of you and her dad in her.” The woman's voice apologised and offered her a careful hand to help her up, shaky as she rose with a child cuddled and supported with her other arm who was looking a little sleepy held by her mothers warmth.
“it's vine Ami, I love all of you, for being here for me, even if von of us is keeping an eye, but not a too close eye mum…” She added and exchanged a quick chaste kiss with a dark haired Asian woman bundled up much like her wife. Her Mother did not need to see everything she got up to.
“6:51, il drive Vika, we can be back for the present opening. The kids will not be up yet after last night.”She said in her American accent, quiet and filled with care, it was a ritual They did every Christmas, they had started it out of general support and it had become a deeply personal thing, just them on Christmas morning.
“Merry Christmas Lady Romus, you know me, i'll never change that..” Came an older gentleman who opened the gate and helped it for the young family smiling as the child slept against her mothers shoulder. He had met them before, they were just a couple then, whatever odd events caused this direction in their life they seemed to have made good from it all. “I better give my wife her champagne, she always enjoyed a party.” The old man said carrying on his own tradition. He had seen her alongside her father, her friend, then wife and then her daughter too. An older man was at the same grave, but he had his own moment and his own ways of memory.
But life and happiness had found a way despite the loss, that was evident in the young girl who obviously needed some more sleep. He spoke in his own way, he was stuck in but kindly, Victoria as he knew she was called having helped her push a pram in one winter morning like this one on the 25th, he still called her by her title however she tried.
“Little Late, zis one was a fussy one. Merry Christmas, stay varm, vt's and a little cold, I gonna get her to have a nap bevore presents” Victoria said thanking him in her unique accent as she headed over to the borrowed Land rover that was parked outside, the unfamiliar vehicle was a little tricky to get the car seat in.
A few minutes later the car turned down the wide drive though the gates, the Manor House was lit up brightly and clearly in the cold wintery sparkle of frost, the tall trees bare and finally arriving at the back of Hephaestus Manner, the lake in far distance was still slightly frozen over in the light morning's light. The front door was still all locked, the staff were on holiday too and would celebrate on their own or with family.
Hot meals would be made, presents open, traditions and happiness shared. Victoria's day always had been an interesting contrast as she began in the dark and the light brought the happiness of family. It all felt right in its own strange way. Her life was strange, why should not her Christmas be so.
“Merry Christmas Victoria said as she entered the warmth of heart and heart.”
