homesick | fabian & molly | 26.07.78
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In a house, surrounded by boys, it was hard to find a moment of quiet. For as long as she can remember, she had been drowned out by a cacophony of yelling and talking or snoring. In the end it all melded together. On a good day, it was easily handled by the young mother. She couldn’t get the boys to quiet down but she could get them to a dull roar which was as close as she could get. On a bad day, like today, she wished for the quiet of a home with only two boys instead of the four she had. The two on the way were her hope for some girls around the house but they were still growing inside her tummy and she had no plans on rushing them. As it was a bad day with her head pounding and more than enough bouts of morning sickness, Arthur had been a blessing and taken the boys to their grandparents home.
Molly had breathed a sigh of relief, able to put her feet up with some knitting on her lap. It was the first chance she had gotten to rest her aching feet and relax. With relaxation came the peace and quiet but, as she always did, Molly forgot how much she detested the silence. The knitting began to falter as her mind drifted with memories of her brothers and parents. Life and family had always been about noise, the laughing and fighting was all because of the love they had for each other. She felt a pang of homesickness for her brothers and parents. They were all busy these days she felt like she barely saw them.
As the thought left her mind, the fire lit into bright green flames. The reveal of her brother, grinning merrily in her direction earned him a roll of the eyes. “ I was enjoying my peace and quiet! ” she lied. If he knew the truth, he may never leave her in peace. “ What are you doing here? You could’ve called ahead, I would have had supper ready. ”
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