Mag-log inDavid;I look at her, and before I can say anything— She marches straight over to me, grabs my ear, and twists it."Ow!" I jerk backwards, cradling my ear as I glare at her."What was that for?!" I protest, and she lets go with one final twist."For being impossible." She scolds, and I rub my ear."I am protecting her!""Are you?" She retorts, and I lift a brow."What do you mean? Of course I am protecting her. I—“"How can you protect a child when you can’t even read body language?" She scolds, and I blink at her."...Of course I can read body language." I huff, and she scoffs."Then explain to me why that poor girl spent the last fifteen minutes practically begging you for help without saying a single word..." She scolds, and I pause."...and you still didn't understand what she was trying to tell you." She adds. I blink at her."What are you talking about?"Mrs. Lana closes her eyes like I’m some foolish child. She takes one long, patient breath, then mutters to herself in Hawaiian
David;The living room has once again become our office. I don’t know how this started, but for days now, it’s been a trend. I can’t even remember the last time any of us actually used the study or office upstairs.Every morning, it starts the same way. Someone walks into the living room with a file, someone else follows with a laptop, and before long, the coffee table disappears beneath contracts, financial reports and enough paperwork to keep us trapped there until lunch…sometimes even dinner.This morning is no different.I stay curled up on the sofa closest to one of the windows as I try to refocus on the documents before me.Lucas sits across from Sal, on the other end of the living room, with one leg crossed over the other as he flips through what I assume is another shipment agreement."...They're asking for another five percent." He informs me, and I look up from my work. Sal doesn't even bother looking up. He just waves his hand dismissively."They won't get it."Lucas slides
Vanessa;He picks up a small paper bag I hadn’t noticed before and places it on the couch beside him. “I was told there is a little girl living here.” He says, and I frown.“I’m not little.” I correct, and he smiles.“Sorry. A very grown woman living here.” He says, and I nod.“Better.”He opens the bag and pulls out a rectangular box. The box is clear at the top, and I can see several small bottles inside it.My eyes widen when I realise what they are, and I stand up immediately.“Is that nail polish?” I ask in excitement I can hide, and Lucas’s smile grows.“I think so.” “You think so?” I ask in bewilderment, and he shrugs.“I don’t use it.”“Then why did you buy it?” “For you.” He replies, and I pause.I stare at him…Then at the box, and back at him again.“For me?” I repeat, and he nods.“Yes.” He answers, and my jaw drops.I move closer to him, and he hands me the box. I take it carefully as I settle on the couch beside him.There are so many colours here. Pink, purple, blue,
Vanessa;Princess Sprinkles is in serious trouble again.For the sixth time this week. Though this time, it isn’t her fault.Well… not completely.She probably shouldn’t have stolen the magic crown from the evil queen’s bedroom, but the crown didn’t belong to the evil queen in the first place. She stole it from Princess Sprinkles’s mother, so technically, Princess Sprinkles is only taking back something that belongs to her.I think that makes sense… It does to me, anyway.“Don’t worry, Princess Sprinkles. I’ll save you.” I whisper as I make her jump over one of the cushions I’ve arranged across the living room floor.She lands safely, and I make a small cheering sound before quickly covering my mouth.I forgot I’m not supposed to be too loud.Mr Sal and David are probably working; Hubby is somewhere upstairs. They really seem to like peace and quiet here. I find it boring, but Mrs Lana says people who live together have to learn to be considerate of each other. So, I’ll respect the d
Salvatore;The room hasn’t changed.I lie on my back, staring at the ceiling I spent half my childhood memorising.The same dark wooden beams, the same faint crack near the corner, the same posters I excitedly hung up…It is strange how time can tear apart entire lives and still leave a room untouched.The air smells faintly of dust, polished wood and old books. It's familiar and safe in a way that makes my heart ache.I used to avoid this room. Because it brought back too many memories. The room up here feels like… places preserved inside a glass box while the rest of the world continued moving without them.My gaze drifts to the bookshelf standing against the wall. All the books are old. I never touched or replaced them. Comics I got myself, and novels my mother forced on me, insisting I had to be consistent with reading and writing to grow a sharp mind.I stare at the old spine, and a smile splits my face, despite my vision blurring.I haven’t touched anything in here in years.Ho
Mrs. Lana;“But… isn’t it a sin?” she asks quietly, and my heart breaks a little.Just as I suspected. Her precious questions are not born from a place of defiance, or rejection…It’s something she was taught and has held carefully in her heart for so long.I crouch slightly so I am at her level, and her beautiful brown eyes blink curiously at me. She reminds me of when my little one was… little.I pinch her cheek a bit, and she giggles softly.“Tell me, darling… What is a sin?” I ask softly, and she answers immediately, like she has practised it before.“It’s something that hurts people,” she says, and I nod. Letting her speak on.“Sin is something bad. Something your heart tells you isn’t good. It’s something God said not to do.” She adds, and I let out a small breath.“That’s a very thoughtful answer,” I reply as I take her delicate little hands in mine, and I notice that now, she looks… unsure.“Now, darling, let’s think about it together,” I say, and she nods eagerly.I glance br
Lucas;He soon turns to us, and on seeing me in a wheelchair, his eyes grow wide as he stands to his feet. Towering in the middle of the room, like a threat that can destroy almost anything.“Lucas?? Why are you in a wheelchair?!” He demands, and I shut my eyes in exhaustion at the anger I hear in
David;BANG!BANG!BANG!I huff heavily as I keep shooting the trees a few feet away from me. I’ve refilled the barrel twice, and now…CLICK…CLICK…I’m out of bullets again. I groan in annoyance as I reach into my pockets and begin to refill the gun’s magazine.“Do you need more bullets or a new g
David;I crouch between the cars, peeking out as Lucas marches over the two thieves like some fearless action hero.It’s all fists and groans, and I watch with magnetic attention as Lucas fights like it’s something he’s been doing his whole life. It looks so easy for him, and although it’s two agai
David;“You are quite a character, you know that?” Lucas questions as we walk out of the mall, and my brows knot.“Why? What did I do?” I question, and he raises a brow before looking down at the bags in my hands.“Mrs. Lana sent us out to get just three things. Three things, David. And you went ar







