winston delore :||d2||: wip

{“Winston, darling, can you come here for a moment?”}

At least ten times a day these words traced themselves to my bedroom. It was Mother calling from the den. She busied herself through day and most of the night. Her desk was her work, and glued to the chair was she. Her addiction of keeping pen to paper was a piercing one as a child. The only times that I saw her face was when her request for another task was either demanded or completed, but even then, my mother did not pay attention to me.

I was not the son that she praised as a prodigy when she wrote her stories of family, pride, life, and death. No, the golden boy was my half-brother, Alister. Mother always referred to him as her Alistar, and he never let me forget it. That was why as soon as we both sat down to take a breath after school, she called out for Winston and let her Little Starboy run off with his friends.

Neither Alister nor I ever met his father, but I assume he’s why her passion bleeds into her favorite son’s soul and not my own. Her husband, my father? If I’m being honest, I would place every last chip on the bet that she would drop him had it not been for the excess wealth that their marital knot binded them both into. For me, though? Father was to me like food is to those is Eleven or Twelve. A treat, and although rare, is cherished forever and ever.

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