Short Stories (reconstructed)

Years of us

My parents told me that I fist met Alicia when I was in infant. They brought us together in the same place, where they used to live. My first clear memory of them, however, was when I was three. We were playing tag in the confines of our fenced play area. Their favorite toy that time was a plush version of Alicia, their favorite character from our favorite show.

They still favor Alicia to this day, which is why they chose the same name for themselves.

We have a share photo album that contains pictures of both of us, made by our guardians. My sister started appearing in our album from the moment she was born, and it stayed that way until she went to Ruthenia with my father.

We spent some days together whenever our guardians weren't too busy, and got to grow up together. They were there for me in my mother's death, and always listened to what I had to say. They would stand by my side no matter what anyone had to say about me, and I do the same for them.

I've given them a copy of my condo's keys in case they'd like to come by when I'm not around, and they tend to use it often. I used to get surprised when sticky notes would appear on my doorknob, but I've gotten used to it. Welcome home, I would always say whenever I know they'd be there. I get invited to stay at their house as well every now and again. Sometimes they invite me, sometimes it's their aunt.

We're turning fifteen now, and things haven't changed between us. We're still the pair we know and love from age three.