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Post by Alisia Jackson on Oct 12, 2007 8:11:39 GMT -5
Standing in the center of her father's apartment Alli sighed. Her half sister on her hip the room was still full of her father's things. She'd wait for Addy to get here before they went through the important things. It seemed in his will he'd written everything to his three daughters. His heart to Cissy. How was it possible? Shaking her head she kissed the baby's forhead, even Em seemed to realize something was wrong. So why was Alli not admitting defeat?
"Where to start?" She looked at the little girl. Smiling and bouncing her lightly before walking to a wall covered in photographs. There was even one someone had taken of the 17 year old versions of him and Cissy kissing in the St. Mungo's hallway. How'd he gotten that when she'd been told it was so spontaneous. The rest of the moving and smiling pictures were of him and his girls, mostly the girls.
"daddy....you're not dead...." She whispered.
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Post by Addy Ventrella on Oct 12, 2007 9:12:37 GMT -5
Addy entered the room, an irritated look about her. She was cradling her bulging belly as she scanned the contents. Silently she sunk into a chair, and grabbed a framed photograph. It was of her father and Cissy kissing. She set it back down, unaffected by it. It was too odd for her to even try to begin to comprehend. She smiled up at Emmaline, whose eyes had drifted her way. She was a pretty baby. Looked a lot like Corbin in Addy's eyes, even if she didn't in fact.
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Post by Alisia Jackson on Oct 15, 2007 17:27:06 GMT -5
Setting the baby in the center of a rug on the floor. Watching her sister move for a moment she smiled weakly at her twin. This wasn't the simplest thing in the world to be doing. "Where do we start?" She whispered as her voice escaped her at the last moment.
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Post by Addy Ventrella on Oct 15, 2007 17:46:46 GMT -5
"I don't really know," she admitted. "Go through his stuff. Find some pictures to set out at his funeral. Find what items mean the most to both of us. What we think others will appreciate recieving...."
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Post by Alisia Jackson on Oct 15, 2007 22:44:41 GMT -5
"Should we..." Alli choked, taking the picture of Cissy and their father, tracing the contours of their faces in the photo as the movements rippled against the glass. "Put this picture there?" She asked, realizing where her father should have been all along. It killed her to realize how much he was going to miss.
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Post by Bella Thorne on Oct 15, 2007 22:48:38 GMT -5
"I suppose," Addy said moving along the other pictures. "What about this?" she asked, holding up one of Corbin holding them both a bit after their birth. Apparently some unknown person was running around snapping pics that day....
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Post by Alisia Jackson on Oct 15, 2007 22:51:28 GMT -5
Nodding at the picture Alli gulped, setting the picture in her hand on the couch. There would be a pile. "Do you think he kept the papers of all his affairs here?" She asked, looking around at the desk and other such things in the living room.
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Post by Bella Thorne on Oct 15, 2007 22:53:17 GMT -5
"Probably," Addy sighed, sifting through the junk. "Though where, I can't fathom."
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Post by Alisia Jackson on Oct 15, 2007 23:01:40 GMT -5
Brushing a hand through her matted hair Alli let her hands fall to her hips, looking around before heading to the desk she sat in the chair her ffather had had for years, he'd read them stories there. Sitting in it she leaned back, letting her fingers and palms rub against the familiar material. Her emotions raw and painful.
"Addy....how can he be gone?" she whispered...choking the words out.
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