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Family is the best thing you could ever wish for. They are there for you during the ups and downs and love you no matter what." - Unknown
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There was only a few more days until the ball, my siblings and parents were happy, I would say excited about it.
I would like to involve my siblings into the prince's life, he mostly grew up with me, Fatima and Sikaya.
To understand a bit more, let me introduce you to our family.
You know Dad and father, they had seven children. Father considers us to be his masterpiece, he is an artist and during his free time would paint, draw. Dad told me that when he was a little boy he wished to be a professional artist.
My parents have a complicated relationship with their own parents. My grandparents from the side of my father, we're against their union, my dad never talked about his parents. There was only one person who would come from time to time every two to three years, my aunt. She would usually come for the birth of a new baby in the house, to help dad. Dad was really happy to have her and his husband in the delivery room. But this happiness didn't last, she would go and Dad was each time extremely sad. Then my parents fought, father didn't want her, he didn't want dad to be so sad, he eventually banned her from our home.
At that time, Fatima, their second and Sikaya, their third child were already here. It was time for little Isaiah to come out, they wouldn't show it in front of us but I knew that they didn't sleep in the same room or spent time together painting. Dad was always away with his friends and father trained.
The war came, Father had to go to the side of the emperor, to protect him and wouldn't be able to be at the side of dad during the birth of their third baby.
It lasted four years.
The first year was the hardest, Isiah was finally born which added more complications. My dad is a man of the people even if he is part of the aristocracy, during the war poverty increased exponentially.
He helped the poor people with a lot of money he had put aside as a teacher and created a house for the homeless, a shelter where the poor could sleep and eat.
That meant, being away from us. We were alone with the few servants and maid that were left. I felt that Dad missed Father but he was still mad at him. Dad didn't take care of Isaiah like he did with my sister.
He would ask someone else to feed him, rarely take him in his arms and I often heard him cry at night. Dad was a ghost during that period, always invisible yet so tense.
He feared the death of Father. I was seven by the time and I wanted to be there for my family, but I was too young to even understand what was going on.
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To be continued....
Tomorrow