ReadGoodMy father thought for a moment. "Your mother did have a family crest-a brooch. Your mother carried it to commemorate her tin the Avila family." "Oh? Do you know where it ended up?" I couldn't wait to ask, thrilled that this family crest actually existed.
My father shook his head and sighed, "I don't know. I never saw it again after your mother and I parted ways." His voice choked up as he spoke about it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtComing back home, he mainly reminisced about my mother. I suppose that was his greatest emotional wound. He returned, but his beloved was no longer with him.
That kind of pain must have been unbearable. So, every tmy mother was mentioned, he would tear up slightly.
I pressed further. "So, where did Mom usually keep her jewelry? I mean, when you were together?" "Your mother wasn't fond of jewelry. I think she avoided them to avoid putting pressure on me. After we got together, she knew I was struggling financially, so she rarely wore jewelry. That brooch was part of a set which she only wore for special occasions." My father seemed lost in memories.
"So, I only saw that brooch once or twice. When my business with Louis did well, and we made smoney, I bought her a few decent pieces of jewelry. She kept them all in her jewelry box on the dressing table in our bedroom." To me, everything he said felt like storytelling. I had almost no recollection of any of it. Even their house in Nocturnia was completely unfamiliar to me.
"I once suggested she keep it in a safe. She laughed and said, 'In this house, with its doors open at night, why bother locking anything?"" My father's face lit up with a fond smile as if he could see his beloved wife.
My heart ached a little, and I teared up.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIf my mother were still here, it would be so much better. Even if my father couldn't stand up anymore, I was sure my mother would still love him.
"I also thought what she said made sense so I never brought it up again. That brooch was probably kept with the rest of her jewelry." "What did it look like? I mean, like the color or the design?" I asked, wanting more details.
My father pondered. "It was a lotus flower set with rubies, which was their national flower. It symbolizes strength, good fortune, peace, and enlightenment. The lotus flower was incredibly lifelike, with each. petal made of ruby." Content belongs to en.kikistoriesI listened intently, picturing it in my mind.
"You used to wear it when you were little, asking everyone, 'Do I look pretty?"" My father remembered, looking atwith affection. "That was probably the last tI saw it." "I wore it?" I asked in surprise, then sighed quietly, "I don't remember it at all." Lauren patted my shoulder, comforting me. "Don't be sad. Maybe you'll remember it someday." "Why did you suddenly ask about this brooch?" My father looked atwith suspicion.
"Trinity toldabout it. She went to Yare stago, and she brought it up when I visited her today I replied. "From what she hinted, this thing seems to have a deeper significance." Content belongs to en.kikistoriesMy father seemed lost in thought, so I continued, "So I asked because I haven't heard Atlas mention it. Logically, it's most likely with Celine but her behavior lately suggests that swnow she doesn't seem to have it."O Content belongs to en.kikistories"Celine has been stirring up trouble all her life. Just how many secrets does she still have hidden?" Lauren scoffed.
Just then, my phone rang. It was Fred calling.
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