Songs for Abrielle by Mae Temson

Author:Mae Temson [Temson, Mae]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-15T04:00:00+00:00

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Re visiting the past kept me awake for quite a while. When I did eventually fall asleep I dreamt of my home and my my parents. It is becoming a regular pattern and that tells me only one thing. I need to see them both and soon. In my dream we were home. All of us, the whole brood. In reality a very rare and practically unheard of occurrence. Still, here we were, all of us gathered in the house my mother and father still live in. How they brought us all up here I will never understand. It seems to shrink every time I go back.

In the dream we filled the kitchen and spilled out into the yard. The noise was one I adore. Passionate, emotional Italian family chatter. To an outside ear it would sound like a whole lot of noise I guess but I could hear the music and the love in it. Someone was yelling at someone else for being late. Another was playfully ripping the heck out of someone else's outfit. Someone was complaining about their work, another, their partner. Normal family conversations. It seemed like a happy scene but there appeared to be an edge to it in the way dreams make you feel. You know? Like how you sense way more than you actually see or hear. No one seemed to know why we were all there at all. It felt as though it was a special occasion or that there was going to be some kind of announcement.

My parents were there, both of them but they were not joining in the chatter. They were stood to one side watching us all. It was as if they were waiting for a lull, like the noise was not something they were enjoying at all. I tried to shut my siblings up but my calls for quiet were only shouted down and the noise increased. I tried and tried until finally I remember standing on a chair and screeching. It was at this point I woke myself up. I lay there for quite a while listening to the roll and hum of the tour bus and decided that in the upcoming three day break in the tour schedule before we hit Italy, I would go home. The boys were planning a trip to Vegas for a blow out. I kinda liked the idea of that but this time around the call of home won over.

The boys feigned disappointment when I announced I wasn't joining them. They played at trying to persuade me to change my mind but were soon back to planning their trip and reminiscing about previous excursions to sin city. I have been with them and it was a blast. You know what they say, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. I have been with them a good few times, I had my fun and they had theirs but it was exhausting and that is not what I am needing right now so the day after tomorrow I will take my leave and head home.

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