And I could see a shadow inching closer from the door. I could see the shadows from the tree moving. I heard her footsteps get further away, and just sat down in bed again, grabbing and cuddling a plushie at random.īut what should have been 20 minutes started feeling like hours. You just come down when I call for you, okay?” Mom walked to the door, and I nodded as she closed it. Your favorite chicken cutlets and potato wedges. And the way you did her flaming fists? I can picture them perfectly.” Mom put down the picture she had been looking over, giving me a head pat. Staying on model with your favorite Miss Hellfire. “Oh Lily, you’ve improved a lot in your drawings, sweetie. I always knew Mom gave good critique of my pictures. Don’t let bullies at school take that away from you, Lily.” Mom bent over and kissed the top of my head, giving me a shoulder rub and walking over to my desk to look at my drawings. “You put so much care into being you, the bright young woman I love. A child version of the outfit I had chosen on me.
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Just lacking the horns, hair the same shade as Mom, and skin as well. No, this was a 10 year old version of Lily. I wasn’t looking at a 10 year old version of Peter, who had a goofy grin and longer hair and was messy from helping his Mom. “Oh Lily, did someone bully you at school again? You told me yourself you’d rather be Lily than Peter, and look.” She nudged me gently to the mirror, where I finally saw an explanation for my voice. “Mom, my name is Peter.” I looked up at her in confusion, her smile not disappearing for even a second. “Lily, sweetheart, I only went down to the shops.” Wait, what reason would Mom have for calling me this name? She said she’d have named me Lily if I had been born a girl. If I somehow died and found myself in Heaven against all odds, I didn’t care. “I missed you so much Mom, I thought I’d never get to see you again,” I managed to get out in between sobs, before I felt Mom pat my head comfortingly. “Oof, hi there sweetheart, careful not to tackle me over.” Mom laughed as she returned the hug I was crying. Or the swish I felt around my own waist, and my ears. I jumped off the bed and gave her the biggest hug I could, barely noticing I only came up to her waist. The smile she was giving me awakening something primal deep in my soul. Her hands calloused by work, but ready to hold yours to comfort you and never let go. Her brown hair cut in a pixie cut so it wouldn’t get in the way of her gardening. And as the door finished opening, I saw her standing there. It made my throat hurt less to talk as her, okay? No, unlike those voices, this voice sounded young. Or the feminine voice I enjoyed having as Lily. Not the masculine voice I got used to with Peter. My hand shot to my throat in surprise as the door opened. But for what reason had I found myself in my childhood bedroom? There was a knock on the door. I felt safe, I felt happy, I felt nostalgia for something I missed dearly. The desk across from the bed covered in loose doodles of monsters and heroes, always girls for some unknown reason. Or sat on it, like I was currently doing. The bed in the corner almost swimming in stuffed toys, making you question how the individual using it actually slept there.
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To be honest, I’m a little embarrassed to admit that the walls had a mural painted over them, of a forest full of Pokémon playing together.
The large tree in said garden, a swing hanging from it, shading that window and this room in a comforting pattern. The large window overlooking a well-tended garden, split into distinct decorative plants and crop patches.
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