I Remember from Trillium
Auntie -
I remember. Last night, I had a dream, but it wasn't a dream, it was remembering. It was the day I took my new name - I like Trillium lots more than Sprout.
I remember getting the boat ready. You brought out the paints and I danced with mother to call upon the strength of our sea faring ancestors. We laughed like mad women in the sea while big sister Lyssa filled the sails with wind. I remember dad looking almost green until we arrived at the cottage on an island.
I remember hunting for dinner with dad - me painted again and him filling a basket with fruits and vegetables while I chased a boar with a spear.
I remember dad bringing out a bottle of "the good stuff" from his personal collection of Absinthe and I remember mom telling you to lock up the paints before we drank anything.
In the morning, I told you all my name and you ruffled my hair and said "you're still our Little Shadow."
It feels too real to have been a dream. I want to know if it helps you remember. I want to make sure I write it down so I don't forget - I told Charlotte too. If I try to remember more, it hurts - the harder I tried, the worse the headache got and my vision started to go white. I tried pushing through it, like my memories were on the other side of the white and the pain, but I couldn't get through. Charlotte told me I collapsed. I know there's strong magic in the way, I won't try again but I'm going to hope for more now that I have a piece.
Today I'm going to rest and think. I want to talk to you - I really want a hug. I feel like the past 50 years is chipping away. I'm losing the cold person I'd made myself when nothing I did mattered and everyone forgot about me. You don't need to rush to me, but I'll write back tonight.
Thank you. I love you.
No longer a Mystery, always your Little Shadow,
Trillium
No longer a Mystery, always your Little Shadow,
Trillium
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