Y/n Lockwood and her family moved away from Europe, away from her friends, away from her home, away from everything she knew. Being the now middle child to her older brother Carl, who doesn't talk, her baby brother, who is all laughs and giggles. An...
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I was holding my baby brother, watching Carl, my older brother, to help my dad into the house. He was sick. Really sick.
My mam had to work a lot to be able to pay for all his treatments and medicine. So, she stayed in Europe, she was this amazing lawyer. She always won.
She sent Carl, my older brother with us. He was quiet, shy, but he looked intimating, tall. He used that to his advantage to get people to stay away from him. But the biggest thing he was shy about was his voice. He never talked. I always have to ask him yes or no questions. I can't even remember what his voice sounded like.
He can talk, he just... doesn't. All because of... the accident, the incident, the inconvenience. The safest thing about it. He loved to sing. He was so so good. My brother wasn't always shy and introverted. But now, I have to be his voice.
Then there's my little, cute, adorable, sweetest, giggly baby brother. He's only 4 months old. My mam had him then went straight back to work.
I walked into the house. It was our old summer home, and it was pretty big. It was in my father's side of the family of like generations. It's a bit dusty but really nice.
Carl came down the stairs and gave him a soft smile, then took Oli out of my arms.
"so, school tomorrow, you exited?" I started, looking at Carl. He nodded.
I went out back to the van seeing Veronica. He was my dad's nurse. She came with us here from Europe. Since she was an only child and her parents and her never really got along, she didn't mind coming with us. She said it was a free vacation.
She pulled a box out of the van. It was Oliver's baby chair. I helped her carry it inside, placing it down turn, getting Oli and putting him in there.
Oli smiled and giggled at me, swinging his arms around. He was a smiley baby. Never cried unless he was teething or got hurt.
"you and your brother exited for school tomorrow?" Veronica asked me, pulling me into her side, giving me a kiss on the top of the head.
She was like my mother figure throughout this whole thing.
"Carl said he is, yeah." I answered for Carl.
"And you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
"I'll get used to it. It'll be fine." I smiled up at her, trying to convince her along with myself.
"your

Dad will get better. He'd be a fool to leave three wonderful kids like you."
"I hope so. I'll go see Dad make sure he's settled." . I gave her a quick smile, walking to the stairs going up the stairs, running my hand along the walls. The wallpaper was a white wallpaper with blue drawings of trees and a man sitting on a wall, with a woman in front of him.
I always thought it was weird close-up, but far away, it looks really nice. My oldest sister said it was old and tacky 'needs to be replaced.' She always said.
I walked up to the door, knocking on it. Grabbing the handle and slowly and quietly opening the door.
"Hey, Dad. How are you feeling?" I asked, slowing walking over to him, sitting down in the chair beside him bed.
He didn't say anything and just grunted in response.
"did you take your meds?"
Again, no words, just a hum.
"alright.. Good, that's good." I smiled at him, not knowing how to feel. Should I feel sad, or just be used to it at this point.
I got up to leave, pushing the chair back against the wall, walking over to the door.
