The Talk
It's late and Mom just returned from her celebration with Dad and said she wanted to talk to me. So I was naturally scared...I thought she had found out about me kissing Clifton for fun or my report card. Well this story is best rewritten in her own terms. So now Wesley, Dianne, and myself are sitting in my room and I'm reading this to them...
Strangetown doesn't exist
Raquelle, I'm sure you have heard your Father and I arguing. We have since mended things. I had to prove I loved him. You're old enough now to know....
When I was young very young, I lived in a desert town called Strangetown. It was a sweet place in the middle of nowhere. It was riddled with aliens and peaceful alien couples. Yes they exist the trio in your Aunt Hylarie and mine best friendship is a half Alien.
Anyway, I digress and it's late. Anyway, I was an impetuous stubborn angry teenager. Thank God you didn't inherit all that from me. I got into a fight with my Mother one day. It was horrible and childish. She didn't like my boyfriend at the time. He was an alien. My Mother was from the old school during the initial invasion.
We started yelling and as a threat I stormed off into my Father's time machine. Hylarie ran after me trying to calm me down. I pulled levers. It was just a little jaunt in time. We took hundreds and thousands of trips like that. This time something changed it was different. Somehow...we transported into the middle of the attack on Twinbrook.
Strangetown once upon a time was the very same Twinbrook you see on the maps today. Only this happens many many years in the future. Apparently the peaceful town I knew with Aliens was only the result of treaties and hard work between the Vengran people and humans. Peace comes ugly and we could from the window how ugly and great that price came.
Instead of landing in the invasion fully the time machine was caught in the crossfire of a hyperbunk laser pro 5 beam. We stepped out heads reeling vomiting. I've never spun in so many circles in my life. *laughs to herself*
Hylarie saw the year and where we were. Bridgeport of all places! We dreamed of moving to the big city. Hylarie and I got jobs went to college together lived in a ramshackle apartment. She met David and fell in love. You know how well she ended up.
I traveled here looking for family..I had heard stories of Uncle Bill and by my guess he should have been here. Instead he wasn't and I claimed his unowned property left behind. I met your father and fell madly in love.
However, not a day goes by I don't regret the last terrible words I said to my Mother. How I said I hated her. I've been making this scrapbook of my life..this is my legacy. So she knows we are all right and can be a part of our lives. She would have loved you kids...and adored your father.
Please Raquelle when I'm gone and from now on keep it up. Right our stories and what happens. Pass this story along. Most importantly keep this envelope sealed and safe. I don't know how this will change time but it isn't detrimental or we wouldn't be here now talking.
It contains a letter from me to my Mom. Warning her of the invasion. *tears well up * You see what I saw from the window was a bomb landing on her house and the Grim Reaper taking my Mother and everyone. It's key that a warning gets to them! They can bring the peace instead of the warzone I saw!
So when this family is ten generations out of shy little girls have one travel to twinbrook and buy this lot out of town. With it they can start a new life and create the peaceful town I remember and know. The fun of aliens and people and just life.
That is the story your Father has been angry about. We have talked at great length. I guess with the difference in our ages he began wondering if I married him for him. I did your Father is an amazing man and I wouldn't trade my life for anything. He knows that now. Life is funny and has many twists and turns.
...and I Raquelle...promised my Mom that I'd do just as she asked. Tell the story on about our life and the twists and turns it may bring.
Thank you everyone for the thousand views. I am very touched by your patience with me. I know this isn't the best written tale on here. It's choppy and needs work but...it's just to be a tale about life. Sometimes normal is stranger than fiction.
