Eisenstern 1.15
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My mother’s spirit has taken to doing chores around the house.
One morning I caught her washing the sink, and then she took the trash out. There are pluses and minuses to being spiritually aware, and personally I think being awoken at 5am by your dead mother taking the trash out is one of the drawbacks.
The boys were due their birthdays soon, and were ageing into teenagers. I wasn’t super thrilled with the idea of having a house full of teenagers, but really, it could be worse.
Cynemaer was first, of course. He was born first, so he goes first. He seemed to have a little trouble getting the candles blown out, but he managed.
Then Dustin. Dustin seemed a lot more excited to make a wish and become a teenager than Cynemaer did.
Yes, just as I suspected, Cynemaer’s the spitting image of Drake, and Dustin looks so much like me it’s unreal.
Dustin doesn’t seem to have changed much. Cynemaer seems to be dropping things more often, and tripping over his feet a lot. Somehow, that’s not surprising. He never was one for physical activity anyway, and I imagine his reflexes are a little behind everyone else’s.
He won’t be winning any sports trophies anytime soon, but I’m okay with that. I have no idea where we’d put them!
Whiskers and Diaval either don’t get along whatsoever, or really do get along very well, and I can’t tell which it is.
I’m also not certain how they can fight like this at the base of the kids’ beds and not wake them, but I’m not complaining in the least. They all have school to be concerned with, certainly they don’t need to be being woken up by the cats having a war.
Or… playing? I’m still not sure which one it is.
The kids are still very close. It’s nice to see that, even though they’ve grown up, they haven’t grown apart in the least.
Dustin seems the one that keeps them together. He’s always helping them out when he can, and they tend to do their homework together starting with Dustin. Bryn doesn’t play only a small part either. Cynemaer still has his moments where he wants to be separate from them, but maybe he’ll just always be like that.
When Cynemaer aged up, I was right, and he started manifesting vampire powers. Drake had leftover cure, and gave it to him almost immediately, but he still spent a good deal of his life being different, and I think maybe nothing will ever entirely bridge that gap.
Putting my degree to good use, I finally completed building my first robot.
This is Sparky, a repair bot. Things tend to break randomly all around the house. It happens with a house as stuff as ours is, and I wanted to leave something behind for the kids, in case they have trouble keeping up with the amount of work that goes into keeping the machinery in the house in tip-top shape.
Of course, without me, one of my descendants will eventually have to learn robotics in order to repair Sparky, as it does require maintenance, but it’s a good start.
Oh, and my hair went grey! Well, I suppose I’m around the age of an elder now. How weird that sounds.
Brynja seems to have made a friend. One of those male friends, from school. I’m not sure how I feel about that. Mostly I try not to think about it too hard. She’s getting older. All of my kids are, and sooner or later I have to let them leave the nest and all.
Drake would probably tell me not to cling too hard, as they all need to learn to fly, and they can’t if I don’t let them. I’m nervous about it, though. I may or may not keep more than half an eye on them along the way. But I genuinely think they’ll do just fine.
Soon it was Freya’s birthday, and I wasn’t ready for my youngest to age into teen. How time flies!
As everyone before her, she got the white cake treatment, and made her wish (in a bear suit; apparently she was also a bear).
She aged up into such a beautiful young flower. And almost immediately started doing her homework. I’m so proud. My kids might be growing up, but they’re growing up very well. For all my worrying, it seems things have turned out just fine. Or maybe it was because of my worrying that they’re turning out fine. The world may never know.
Drake and I have a house full of gorgeous teenagers. Oh dear.
Send help.
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