All in Family
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Thread Topic: All in Family
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It's divided into four parts. Fernando's, Kevin's, Mary's, and mine. It's all done by age.
I'd like to thank Mary a bunch for telling me about my older brothers. She helped out a lot.
Here we go..
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My name is Fernando Johnson. I'm the oldest of four kids. Well, it's not a very big age difference, to be honest. My twin, Kevin, was born just a while after me. But I still like to flaunt that I'm older.
I was born in America, along with my younger brother. My parents are immigrants. Even with something like that going against us, we still had money to support our family.
Life as a young child was good. Our parents adored us. Back in Mexico, boys were valued. Our parents are mostly Mexican, thus why we were loved.
When we were going to enter preschool, my mom went to the hospital. I really couldn't remember missing her or anything, but when we had gone to visit, Dad told me she had a baby. They named her Mary.
I remember being very jealous. I acted different, and usually threw temper tantrums. I would always get in trouble.
But Kevin was such a little angel. He's coo over Mary and exclaim his excitement and love for her. He earned kind remarks.
She grew to have such shiny blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was almost like the angels in the Bible. Not only that, but she was so smart.
She was creative, as well. She had a love for reading when she was little. She was a great story teller.
When she went into school, once Kevin and I were ten, she made friends with a lot of people because of her skills.
Mary and Kevin were complemented because of their greatness in school.
I felt unwanted.
But soon, once we entered preschool things got a little better. I made a lot of friends.
Sadly, Kevin wasn't so lucky. They would always tease him because he was so pale and frail, and would cry over things of no importance. I tried to act like I wasn't his twin sometimes, even though I knew it was wrong.
But I did make an effort to make him feel better. I introduced him to my friends. Not much luck there.
But still, Kevin was a good boy. Obedient and loving to the family. While I really had not much of an interest.
But it all changed. Mom went to the hospital again. But this time, something was really wrong. She was diagnosed with Toxemia, a horrifying word. We had to travel to Mexico quickly.
Because of her condition, my littlest sister, Alice, had to be delivered with an emergency C section. She was delivered two months before her due date. She was so tiny, so helpless, so weak.
I can't remember exactly, but she only weighed three or four pounds. She was a a bit bigger than my teddy bear. I knew she wouldn't make it.
My sister Mary, who was 10 at the time, kept hope with Kevin, who was 14, going on 15.
That night, the doctors told Dad that Alice was a fighter. That gave me the slightest bit of hope.
Mom stayed in the hospital for three days. She wouldn't have survived with Alice in her.
Alice stayed for a little more than two months. She was still so small when she came back home, so small that my mom had to shrink her bought clothing.
Her strength changed me, it changed Mary, it changed Kevin.. It changed us all. If I ever had a chance to tell her something, it would be thanks. A thousand thanks.
Ever since she was born, I grew attached to little Alice. Kevin and Mary loved her to bits, but unlike me, they did go out and resume to their activities. I would always spend time with Alice, making sure she was alright.
When she was about two, we moved back to America. There, mom recovered almost completely.
When she was ready to go to preschool, she was still small. She had very short hair. She was very short. She'd always be coughing when she spoke. Her lungs were still pretty small. And because of her indifference, she was teased.
I remember feeling bad. Only those days, I couldn't help.
Besides, I was already in training to go to the army.
Funny how Kevin and I remain opposites. He goes off to college so he can study, I want to go to the army where the action was.
I remember how it went down. When the day came for me to leave, Mom and Dad cried. Mary cried too. Alice was confused.
But to see Kevin's distress was painful. He clung to me and hugged me, sobbing violently and telling me not to get hurt. It was almost funny to see a grown man like him crying, but I guess he never changed from when he was little.
I remember hugging him tightly and crying too, promising I'd be back. And I said goodbye.
I spent countless months in the army. Those months would have to add up to four years before I came back to America.
I worried during those months. I wondered how everyone was getting along, and if they were getting along. Most of all, I worried for Kevin. But I knew I would be back.
But the dreams were crushed.
One peaceful night, after I did my prayers, I went off to my station. To my horror, I felt someone grab onto my neck roughly. A second later, I was shoved to the ground. I felt the tip of a gun being pointed, right at my head.
The voice above me rasped and told me that if I screamed, he'd shoot. And really, I had no intention on screaming.
But I heard it. The yelling of several other troops. Alarmed, the man called me a b---- and pulled the trigger.
I felt excruciating pain. Blood ran down the side of my head and blotches of white covered my eyes. I remember thinking, over and over, about Kevin. I didn't keep my promise to him.
I let him down.
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Note: No, I don't really know how Fernando was killed. But Mary has her theory.
Thanks for reading, next part should be up soon. -
That was heart breaking....but beautiful.
I stick to my theory: you should seriously consider writing a book. If you haven't already, if that is. -
Thank you, Nikki. :'3
No, I never really thought about writing a book.. But you definitely gave me an idea. Thanks.
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