Novel & Cerita The Family Remains

A sleepy little boy wandered out and ran straight to him, all clingy. "Daddy, I wanna see my sister! Mommy said she's making potato salad and baked ribs tonight. She can't break her promise!" I stared at the kid. He looked just like Talia. All those late nights—I thought she was grinding for her career. Turns out, she was running a whole other family. And me? I'd never even had a single meal she cooked. On the table sat a fresh family photo—four of them. Talia in Danny's arms, their son beside them, their newborn in hers.

“What on earth is going on with the Jameson family? First, they come back from the dead, and now, these two girls are fighting over the same identity? “For such a well-known, respectable family, this mess is ridiculous. It’s laughable!” I ignored my parents’ furious glares, pulled out my ID card from my pocket, and held it up. “I think this is proof enough of who I am.”

She gripped Aunt Jacklyn's hand tightly and said, "You should get to the hospital and stay there for a while. You can't really let Matthias die!" Aunt Jacklyn said, "You have nothing to worry about, Mom." Grandma Madeline tried to convince the relatives to go home once Dad was on his way to the hospital. She was worried about the two left behind in the refrigerated caskets, knowing that Mom and Jesse couldn't survive the cold all night. The relatives, however, refused to leave, insisting on staying to keep vigil. "It makes us feel uneasy taking hundreds of thousands of dollars when we barely did anything. Letting us stay and keep watch for a while longer is the least we can do to show our si

Inside the car, everything has. The service is short, too short for a woman who held this family together for decades; without her, the family wouldn't have gotten this far, and now she's gone. Black umbrellas dot the cemetery like bruises against the gray sky, no press, no extended board members, it was just family, or what you can call family.

But if a person hurts their family, then it doesn't matter if they are old or young. Family should always come first no matter what and I made sure to engrave that into their minds: 'prima la familia.' It is our motto, and we will always live by it till we take our last breaths. I enter the living room and look around to make sure that all my sons are there. And sure enough, they are all here. Everyone has confused faces except Camron and Pedro, who are looking at me emotionlessly, but I could see the curiosity swimming in their eyes.

"I don't think this family has ever once needed a single, static monument. Just living things, kept growing, generation after generation, exactly the way the whole story itself has always kept growing." They walked back together toward the reception's last remaining guests, mother and daughter, carrying forward, in their own quiet, ordinary way, exactly the same commitment that had shaped this entire remarkable family's story from its very first, frightened beginning.

Because both families are connected. Stay tuned for madness!

"Did you? Finish it?" "I thought I had." He turned to look at her now, something bleak sitting behind his eyes. "The Cross family went quiet not long after. Scattered, mostly. A few arrests, a few disappearances nobody asked too many questions about. I assumed, the way you assume anything you desperately want to be true, that it was over." "But it wasn't."

"Give you time." "Stay," I said. "Please. You're family. This is family news." They looked at each other. Then nodded.

Broken. Bloody. But finally, undeniably, a family.