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Timeline/World: Through the Looking Glass – Atheria 3rd Generation
Characters: Dylan Storm-Daii
Race: Halfling – Demon / Human / Strife
Age: 42, physically about 24
Current residence: Atheria City, Eresiel
Final Word Count: 755 words
I’d like to think I’m pretty mellow. Surprisingly, most of us are, if I think about it. I mean, I know we’re all chipped, it comes with the package deal, but I think it’s just as a precaution more than anything else. From the stories I’ve told, it was more of an issue the purer the bloodline was and since we’re third down the line, I guess we’re all right.
That’s not to say that things were always and forever perfect at home. Kids get into trouble every so often and when there’s a pretty big age gap, at times things can get dicey, I guess. You can’t plan for how the kids are going to interact. Though, thinking back about the books I’ve read on parenting—boredom during school time will do strange things to you—even if the gap isn’t big, I don’t think you can really predict how things might turn out.
There are only a couple of years between Kall, Beth and me. Rachel, on the other hand, is ten years younger. Her weird and constant mood swings, while she was growing up, didn’t bother me much, but there were times when I couldn’t handle them. I mean, I wasn’t the one who was mainly dealing with them but, now and again, our parents would step out of the house, and we’d all be old enough to babysit and all and we took turns, so we had to be with her, one-on-one.
There was just that one day, I’m not even sure why I remember that now. I hadn’t been feeling great, most of us had had to deal with the cold that had been going around and, in a way, I was fine enough to take care of Rachel, I was just feeling a little cranky and short-tempered. The thing is, I don’t even remember any of the details from that day, all I remember is that she was in her room, listening to one of the audiobooks being read to her. I was in the kitchen trying to prepare a quick snack. I might have been sixteen or so, so she was six, give or take.
One moment, I’m putting that sandwich together, trying to keep from clearing my throat because I still felt a little clogged up and the honey-lemon drink I’d made for myself hadn’t really helped; the next, I hear crying from her room and just, I know that I was unfairly frustrated at that point. It wasn’t her fault that she couldn’t control her emotions. It wasn’t her fault that I was feeling cranky because I was tired.
I remember standing in her doorway, just heaving this huge sigh and while still mostly keeping my voice level, I told her to cut it out, that she wouldn’t have started crying if I’d been there with her. Of course, me being a grumpy idiot and whatnot, that only made it worse. I didn’t have it in me to comfort her at this point, even though I knew it was what she needed. That or a distraction of sorts.
Thankfully, Beth was at home too and with a tired grumble at her, I asked—more than told, so I had that going for me!—to go deal with Rachel because I just couldn’t. Food was on the counter, I was going into my room.
From what I do recall, I did apologize to Rachel later on the same day, not that I think she could understand why I was apologizing to her. At least I apologized and I did mean it. I couldn’t really understand it, back then, that she had no real control over her reactions to things. None of us could understand it until the docs mostly figured things out and got her on those meds but, yeah.
As I said, I’m usually a really mellow guy. I don’t normally get exasperated about much of anything but on that day, I guess, things just were too much for me to handle. I also remember just how tiredly grateful I was for Beth being in the house as otherwise I would have had to try and calm Rachel down myself and well, yeah, I don’t know that I could have managed overly well. Then again, looking back, I probably could have found one of the plushies she had in her room and waved it at her, it would have done the job I’m pretty sure. My brain just wasn’t thinking about these things, back then.