Creed Adonis d7; CBD#2 -Fin
Dec 29, 2019 21:28:22 GMT -5
Post by * on Dec 29, 2019 21:28:22 GMT -5
Creed Adryan Adonis
District 7
Seventeen
On the anniversary of my birth, I am both filled with joy yet bitten with sorrow. The day of my birth, I was born to my mother, Dierdra. Bless her, she tried as hard as she could, but when my twin sister was born first, there was nothing that she or the midwife could do. They tried for an hour to revive her, but it turned out that her heart was hardly to term. She was gone before the contractions even started. As much as she grieved, she found out not too long after that, with another set of contractions, another baby was to be born.
That was myself.
Healthy. Breathing. Screaming for life, yet my twin sister never got to meet our mother. She tells me every year that we celebrate a death and a birth. It just become a tradition at this point, that on the eve of this day, we celebrate her life through me. I sing to her and my mom sings to me. Of course, my mother never had any more kids, losing one was too much on her.
Instead, she pours everything into my well being. I am fed and happy and well taken care of. I have grown strong with her care. Intelligent to life and love. She visits her grave almost every tuesday and I have made Thursday’s mine. Capri Onica was my sister and now my guardian angel. She may never have walked on earth, but she flies within my heart.
I dare anyone to tell me otherwise.
District 7
Seventeen
On the anniversary of my birth, I am both filled with joy yet bitten with sorrow. The day of my birth, I was born to my mother, Dierdra. Bless her, she tried as hard as she could, but when my twin sister was born first, there was nothing that she or the midwife could do. They tried for an hour to revive her, but it turned out that her heart was hardly to term. She was gone before the contractions even started. As much as she grieved, she found out not too long after that, with another set of contractions, another baby was to be born.
That was myself.
Healthy. Breathing. Screaming for life, yet my twin sister never got to meet our mother. She tells me every year that we celebrate a death and a birth. It just become a tradition at this point, that on the eve of this day, we celebrate her life through me. I sing to her and my mom sings to me. Of course, my mother never had any more kids, losing one was too much on her.
Instead, she pours everything into my well being. I am fed and happy and well taken care of. I have grown strong with her care. Intelligent to life and love. She visits her grave almost every tuesday and I have made Thursday’s mine. Capri Onica was my sister and now my guardian angel. She may never have walked on earth, but she flies within my heart.
I dare anyone to tell me otherwise.
![[ retro gm ] angel lí ✨ Avatar](https://64.media.tumblr.com/683a92111484c53f37dbd1c08199593d/da90adf6dc68f15a-a4/s540x810/e04e6852f0a2b32247c83e78e179b62d8fdd55b0.gif)
