Its Christmas 2013, I’m sitting in the back on my mother’s old oversized chair, watching everyone gather around the tree on the snow-covered morning. None have yet to notice me. Though, they never do. I watch diligently as I pass out gifts and they are opened one by one. A huge smile lights up my face as I watch my mother open the gift, I bought her. She has a small smirk on her lips, already having an idea of what was in the long slim box. What she did know was how I wrapped it, but for how often I visit this memory, you’d think she would know by now. If only they knew I was sitting right here, watching my favorite memory. I listen to my mother laugh as she opens the box and finds another wrapped package.
Ice crystals began to form along the pine trees that surround the gated kingdom. The one with the walls so high, you can’t see in or out. With the towers made of stain glass. They tell a story of the past. A harsh, painful one that brought the kingdom to its glory. One of respect and dignity. In that kingdom lies a prince. Young, full of grace and loyal to his people. He wears a coat of blues and reds. A crown of silver, with rows of ruby’s lining the prestige that resides upon his black locks. It was said for century’s he would be the one to bring the two kingdoms together. Either by force or marriage.
“In the end, as we fade into the night
Who will tell the story of your life?”