The Fireworks Family

Part 1 - Chapter 3

Ivory had brought Silver along to Winter's place. She remembered all the halls, everything was exactly the same.
Winter was a little older than Ivory had remembered, but she had still aged gracefully.
"So, this is the little one?" She inquired as Silver sat with them, eager to have a tea party.
"Yeah. She's a handful, but she's everything I wanted."
Winter smiled. "You sound like me after I had Sil. I would've had more, but Dutch was insistent."
"Well, he was never much of a role model, either."
Silver has stopped paying attention. Adult talk.
And, then, in the corner of her eye, she appeared.
She was tall, but a pure white force. A wind. A light.
Three words stood out. Red. Green. White.
"Mommy?"
"Yeah, Silver?"
"What does red, green and white have to do with anything?"
Her answer was two confused faces and "Where did you hear that?"
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Scarlet's house was exactly as she remembered it.
One floor, ruby red. The car was missing, but she knew where it was. Her mother's house.
Her father didn't live here anymore, either. The house remained abandoned, in a way.
Too many memories, she supposed.
But it was evident that someone came through there. The bushes were too perfect, the grass too short.
Mom never kept up with the house after left, but someone was coming and keeping up with it.