Stuck In The Future?As time is, with it's ever evolving tenancies, birthdays come and go. Liyla and Nikkila both celebrated their birthday on the same day, again it was on a Sunday, much to Liyla's frustration. At least this time around Liyla was in a much better mood.
Nikkila on the other hand, she seemed like she had some grand scheme playing out in her head.
After wardrobe changes and makeovers, it was off to be painted and sculpted. Andre and Melina took care of a portrait a piece while I worked on the ice sculptures. It was well into the night by the time I finished up with the last of the sculpting and everyone was in bed. I had no way to easily get the sculptures down to the basement without help, so instead I decided to go hang the portraits. While I was down there I decided to walk through each room and see how far we'd come, it was a long way from where I'd originally started. Everything was so different, yet so familiar to the way it was before. With my mind on a trip down memory lane, I decided to hop into the time machine for a trip the future.
Something was different about this trip, I could feel it immediately as I stepped into the vortex. Rather than almost instantly being dropped out into another dimension, I was stuck in a void with voices calling out for help. I couldn't see anything, couldn't feel anything and I certainly couldn't smell anything. It was like being locked up in a vacuum sealed pouch. After what seemed like hours of being in a state of nothingness, I had the sensation that I was falling. I closed my eyes and hoped for the best, this was something completely different from what I was used to. Suddenly, I felt my feet on the ground and hesitantly opened my eyes.
This land was like no other, it almost seemed barren, but that couldn't be right as there was obvious signs of life. What type of life was the question I wanted an answer to. I took in my surroundings and didn't notice anyone around. Slowly, I made my way up to the house I'd landed near and heard a faint sound of music. I couldn't see anything in the front of the house through the windows and made my way to the side. There was a wrap around porch in the back that would give easy access to the windows. On the left side all I could see was the normal settings in a house, dining room, laundry room, kitchen and office. As I made my way around to the other side, I was confused at what I saw. Inside was a girl playing a guitar, which explained the music I'd been hearing. The oddest thing though, was a girl doing pulls-ups in her formal wear, not just simple formal wear either, it was extravagant.
As I turned around to better taken in my situation, I saw a guy out on the pond fishing. Something had to be wrong with my eyes, maybe I'd hit my head on something during my trip, but I could swear I saw my Papa Samuel standing in front of me.
As I went running to him, yelling his name and waving my arms, I realized that this couldn't be my Papa. He was much more younger than my Papa had been when he passed on to be with Agnes.
I went up and introduced myself, only giving my first name because I didn't feel my last name would matter much. A bit after we got to talking, he remembered that he hadn't offered his own name. As it turns out, his name was Samuel, as was his fathers name and his father before him. He explained that it was a long standing tradition in the family to name the first boy in a generation after their ancestors.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, there was too many coincidences for this to not be a part of my family. When I gathered up the courage I asked him what his family name was, before it even left his lips, I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I'd finally found what I'd been looking for and gladly welcomed the reunion.
Samuel suggested that I go inside and meet his sisters while he cleaned up the fish he'd caught. As odd as it felt just walking into someones home, I was anxious to see which family member I was about to be reunited with. The first girl that I met was the one that worked out in her formal wear, her name was Marion.
The girl that was playing the guitar earlier was named Vanessa. She had the saddest look to her, just as her sister Marion did.
When I attempted to ask what was wrong though, Marion came through the door and made it apparent that I was being nosy. She said that she'd ordered out for dinner and it would be here shortly.
When I went back into the living room, Samuel was digging through a book that looked to be about family history. I made my way over to see what I could find out but once again, Marion interrupted my attempts to find anything out. She said that she wanted to take me on a house tour before dinner arrived. Sadly, I had to leave Samuel to the book as I was pulled up the staircase.
As uncomfortable as being with just Marion was, I felt like there was something there that I just wasn't understanding. I shrugged it off and decide it would be best to continue on with the tour. Thankfully, the doorbell rang and dinner had arrived. All I can say is, I'm sure glad that some traditions haven't changed.
After dinner, Marion and I cleaned up while Samuel and Vanessa made us an after dinner juice. Samuel must have found something out from his book because he was talking up a storm with Vanessa. No matter how hard I tried to hear what was being said, Marion would make some sort of ruckus while she was cleaning.
By the time we were finished, Vanessa and Samuel were both quiet as statues and had a look about them that was similar to how the girls were looking earlier.
To lighten the mood a bit, I offered to start up a fire and suggested that everyone do what they always would do. There were plenty of books to read in the bookcase and who knew what I would find there. As my plan went into action though, Samuel grabbed the book that I most wanted to get my hands on.