Homegoing Family Tree の小説・ストーリー

She had been getting calls from her relatives, cousins, second cousins and so on, same story they all couldn't wait for her to come back home and they were glad she had finally decided to grow up, can you imagine that. "Knowing how you are I might even offer to drive you to the airport and wait till you board". "Dude".

Mateo and Emily met Millie's gaze with guilt written all over their faces. They had finally come to understand the hardships that Millie had endured three years ago and realized just how over the line they had been. Still, Frederick was the head of the family, and their survival depended on him. They couldn't defy his authority. "Mr. Jordan, what brings you here?" Millie asked, her tone calm and detached. Frederick had specially arranged for the book containing their family tree to be sent from their hometown. The old, yellowed book carried a significant weight, both physically and symbolically.

The question arrived in a message from Lena on a Monday. Two families from the return list were ready to come back. The first: Adaeze and her husband, with their two children under ten. Adaeze's grandmother had been born on the Southern Reaches land and had left during the suppression as an infant. The family had been on Lena's watch list for two years—the first to formally express interest when the claim activated, patient through the entire legal process. The water infrastructure on the west side was now complete. Their housing unit had been finished three weeks ago and had been sitting ready.

“Alright, one more time. Let’s go through each piece of paper, but this time, just look for anything that seems out of place or strange. Okay?” I groaned, flipping the stack of papers over and started from the top. After I was done with a sheet, I handed it to my right. Five pairs of eyes on everything had to turn up something—if there was anything to find. The first page was my family tree. My eyes roamed over it for what felt like the hundredth time. Me and Orion were near the middle, with room below us for several more generations yet to come. Bruce Vance was listed as our father, even though now I knew he wasn’t my biological dad.

my mother’s family name. “What happened to your family?” He looks around as if expecting to see cousins who do not exist. “Are they still here?” “No Bash,” I sigh. “My mother was the last Monrovia.” I try to sound strong and brave but my heart hurts too much and I can even hear a touch of grief in my voice as I tell him about how my mother’s family fled their homeland looking for a safe haven after the rest of their family had died. My mother was my grandparent's only child, the last Monrovia. When she married my father and took his last name, the family name died with her. My middle name, Monrovia, is the only memory of what had once been a great family.

"How many?" "About 200,000-300,000. All of them are related in some way to the most powerful families in their countries of origin. And look at this," I pull out a few more documents, large ones that need to be unfolded and then overlapped. "Here are a few of the family trees. See how much they overlap. It's almost as if they are DRAWN to one another. Including Angelica and me." I show her my name on the Davis family line. About 7 generations back, Cordelia and I share an ancestor.

I tell him. Breayna and Byanca’s family is vast. I am not even sure I have met half of them. Shit, I am not sure how many of them are even related to the girls. I know the most immediate family members but that is about it. I saw a copy of their family tree because their one uncle is heavily into genealogy. Good god, that was the most confusing thing I had ever seen. It made my eyes cross. I knew that their uncle had traced the family back something like 500 years the last time I had talked to him. I know he was still tracing it back even further. “What’s up Nick?” I ask.

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He takes my hand and turns it over, saying, "Azura discovered that while your father's family came from South Carolina, there was a branch of them that settled here on the West Coast at the same time as my family. It was actually the same date. It seemed like they had moved together. Your father's grandfather later moved back to South Carolina-" "Yeah... my dad mentioned that was why he moved out here with my mom," I run my thumb over his wrist. His pulse is steady, and he's telling the truth. "The land my house is on has been in the family for a few generations. My dad bought it from his parents when his business took off. So my family knew about yours?"