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rainbowfic2013-06-24 03:17 am
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Cotton Candy 19: Letters
Author: Kat
Title: Letters
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Cotton candy 19 (security blanket) with blossom's paint-by-numbers (Summer has two people she can count on).
Supplies and Materials: Fingerpainting (letters), frame, glitter ("You know that in nine hundred years of time and space and I've never met anybody who wasn't important before." – The Eleventh Doctor, Doctor Who), novelty beads (this gif).
Word Count: 502
Rating: PG
Summary: To the people Summer depends on.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Last one for tonight, I promise. CLOISONNISM WILL NOT DEFEAT ME.
Dear Mama and Papa:
When I was a little girl I depended on you completely. Everything I needed came from you—clothes, food, shelter, socialization, love, you gave it all to me, and you never made me feel I was a bother for needing it. You told me that I was perfect, when I knew I was not. You made me feel that I was loved.
You still do. I may be grown, and I may be able to get these things for myself, but there is always comfort in coming home.
I love you for that. I always will.
Dear Ivy and Aaron:
You are the best siblings anyone could ask for. I mean it. I do not think anyone has better siblings than you. I know that you are much older than me, and when I was born you might have ignored me, but you did not. You went out of your way to spend time with me, and when you saw I had no friends, you shared your friends with me.
I am so glad you are happy with your families. I am honored that you still call me sister.
I hope I can see you soon.
Dear Lars and Gina:
I consider you my siblings. I hope you know that. Of course, Gina, you are my sister now, but even before you and Ivy could be married I thought of you as my sister. And Lars, you are... you are. You always were. I do not have the words, but I think you know anyway.
You have never treated me as if I was strange, as if I bothered or confused you. When I need advice, you give it, no questions asked. I do not know where I would be without you.
Someplace worse, I'm sure.
Dear Zack and Felipe:
I don’t know what I can say to you that I haven't already said. I love you. I am yours in a way that I have never been with anyone else. I want to be with you always, both of you—I want to wake up every morning to your breathing.
Even your snoring, Zack.
But more than that, I feel at home with you. I feel comfortable. I do not always need to watch for slips, because you don't care. Not that you don't notice, you don't care.
You share my heart. You always will.
To myself, a reminder:
You are intelligent, and quick, and thoughtful. You are quiet, and pretty, and well-read. You are a daughter, a sister, a wife—someday you will be a mother, and you will be as good at it as you are at the others.
Maybe there are some things wrong with you. Is there anyone who is perfect? I think that there is less wrong and more right with you than many others. I hope you know that. I think you can depend on yourself.
I think you are wonderful. I hope this reminds you, when you forget.
Love, Summer
Title: Letters
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Cotton candy 19 (security blanket) with blossom's paint-by-numbers (Summer has two people she can count on).
Supplies and Materials: Fingerpainting (letters), frame, glitter ("You know that in nine hundred years of time and space and I've never met anybody who wasn't important before." – The Eleventh Doctor, Doctor Who), novelty beads (this gif).
Word Count: 502
Rating: PG
Summary: To the people Summer depends on.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Last one for tonight, I promise. CLOISONNISM WILL NOT DEFEAT ME.
Dear Mama and Papa:
When I was a little girl I depended on you completely. Everything I needed came from you—clothes, food, shelter, socialization, love, you gave it all to me, and you never made me feel I was a bother for needing it. You told me that I was perfect, when I knew I was not. You made me feel that I was loved.
You still do. I may be grown, and I may be able to get these things for myself, but there is always comfort in coming home.
I love you for that. I always will.
Dear Ivy and Aaron:
You are the best siblings anyone could ask for. I mean it. I do not think anyone has better siblings than you. I know that you are much older than me, and when I was born you might have ignored me, but you did not. You went out of your way to spend time with me, and when you saw I had no friends, you shared your friends with me.
I am so glad you are happy with your families. I am honored that you still call me sister.
I hope I can see you soon.
Dear Lars and Gina:
I consider you my siblings. I hope you know that. Of course, Gina, you are my sister now, but even before you and Ivy could be married I thought of you as my sister. And Lars, you are... you are. You always were. I do not have the words, but I think you know anyway.
You have never treated me as if I was strange, as if I bothered or confused you. When I need advice, you give it, no questions asked. I do not know where I would be without you.
Someplace worse, I'm sure.
Dear Zack and Felipe:
I don’t know what I can say to you that I haven't already said. I love you. I am yours in a way that I have never been with anyone else. I want to be with you always, both of you—I want to wake up every morning to your breathing.
Even your snoring, Zack.
But more than that, I feel at home with you. I feel comfortable. I do not always need to watch for slips, because you don't care. Not that you don't notice, you don't care.
You share my heart. You always will.
To myself, a reminder:
You are intelligent, and quick, and thoughtful. You are quiet, and pretty, and well-read. You are a daughter, a sister, a wife—someday you will be a mother, and you will be as good at it as you are at the others.
Maybe there are some things wrong with you. Is there anyone who is perfect? I think that there is less wrong and more right with you than many others. I hope you know that. I think you can depend on yourself.
I think you are wonderful. I hope this reminds you, when you forget.
Love, Summer
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