On my honor

3

We all went to bed shortly after supper as the sound of the rain offered relaxing tranquility

The sun shines brightly as the storm has passed leaving the ground soft and moist and the air fresh as if nothing horrible has happened at all

"Bianca breakfast!" Shouted mother from the kitchen

I walk to the table to find it filled with food. From biscuits to fruit I have never seen so much food on our table.

"Mother? Where did all this food come from?" I asked

"Oh different farmers and ranchers heard about our loss and gave us food" mother said as she stores food in the pantry

Sympathy food I thought to myself as I sat down at the table

"Morning sunshine!" Father said happily

"Morning" I replied grimly

Both my parents have smiles on their faces and are seeming happier than ever as if they hadn't lost a son. Frustration grows in me the more cheery they seem. I eat a apple and a biscuit with jam then excused myself before I said anything rash. I got dressed and sat on my bed with the desire to cry in both sorrow and frustration. I look over at Nicholas's area and against the wall rested a wooden sword that father had made for him. I walk over to the wooden sword and grabbed it. I pointed it upward and tried to swing it around but ended up hitting myself with it and falling on my butt. I rubbed my head and stood again then tried swinging it around some more. I played with the wooden weapon for hours contently on end. I raised it up in front of me and swung as if I where chopping wood with a axe then swiftly turned behind me and blocked a imaginary strike. I had preformed then swinging style again but -

"Bianca! Come do your chores!" Mother yelled

I lost my grip on the handle of the sword and it flung into the side table of Nicholas's making a photo fall and a drawer open

"What was that?! Are you okay?!" Mother questioned from afar

"Everything's alright mother I just stubbed my toe was all I'll be there in a minute!" I answered her

I run to the fallen photo and notice father outside staring through the window and I knew I would have lashings forever as soon as he tells mother. Father takes to finger's and slides them across his lips as if he where sealing his lips. I smile at him and he nods then walks off. I pay my attention back to the photograph. It was of me and Nicholas together. The picture just about sent me bawling but It wasn't until I turned it over that my tears flowed freely

' To my sister, Bianca sterling, with a beautiful smile, strong soul, wild spirit and kind heart, may you grow to be a powerful woman and a caring mother. I love you

                   Sincerely, Nicholas sterling '