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[lady windle.]

☁ Tᴇᴀʀs Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ ᴏɴ Dɪʀᴛ Rᴏᴀᴅs ☁

⋆ Based on a True Story ⋆ Name and Images Changed { Not Real Characters } ⋆ Write By: Kᴀᴛ ⋆ Edited By: Squid ⋆

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[lady windle.]

☁ Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ Lɪsᴛ: Nᴏᴡ & Tʜᴇɴ ☁

⋆ Not My Images { Except Papa and Grandmother } ⋆ Names & Images Changed to Hide True Identities. ⋆

Main Character: Windy Reiterman → Now & Then

Mother : Ann Reiterman / Hamby→ Now & Then
Father : Danny Reiterman → Now & Then
Brother : Scott Reiterman → Now & Then
Grandmother : Grace Hall → Now & Then
Papa : Leo Hall → Now & Then
Step Father : K Hamby → Now
Boy Friend : Bam Bam Prestly → Now
Friend : Squid Lyles → Now
Friend : Double D Mack → Now
Friend : Lea-Alls Lyles → Now
Friend : Adam Self → Now
Friend : BJ Jones → Now
Friend : Sushi McNight → Now
Friend : Bubba Muhammad → Now
Friend : Jah Jah Jah → Now
Friend : John Boutwright → Now

{ May be Adding More Later On.. }

[lady windle.]

☁ Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Oɴᴇ ☁

" Life is Full of Surprises... "

We have all heard of the little engine who could. The little fellow just pulled on and pulled on never thinking maybe I can't do this. Always just putting his best foot forward and keep on chugging along. Well I guess you could call me that little engine who could. I never said I did not have a few bumps in the road or a scar here and there, but don't we all? We all live on this place called Earth. Breathing the same air, walking the same grounds... Yet no two of us are alike. Rather by looks, attitude, personality or what have you. We all live our own life, hold our own secrets, and furthermore.. Dig Our Own Grave.

Well, I feel I am on a slow path to digging my own grave, and taking the people I love down with me in my own little way. My name is Windy Reiterman, I am 16 Years old and this is my story...

As a child I lived the life of any normal child (so to speak) and I was the only child at the time. Living around my mother and my father both loving, caring, working parents. Never letting a day go by with out giving me a soft kiss or a warm hug. I was young and I was growing. Living in a large house stuck in one of the best neighborhoods around. My mother,Ann, was a working Insurance Agent, and my Father, Danny, was a moving, groovy, traveling Hitachi Tools selling man. Both worked all day everyday and myself went to school or at the time Day Care.

My life was good and I was growing up like any child would, not a care in the world for really anything, but myself and how many toys I had in my room. I was living the high life, a large pool, awesome parents, dogs, cats, and toys. I was happy to be the only child in my family at the time. Although I had been wanting a younger sister since I was about 5. Always dreaming about playing dolls with her, doing her nails, doing her make up and hair. Having someone that would look up to me and know I was always there.

Well... That dream came quicker then expected just not in that way.

I was about 5 years old when my mother came to me one day after she had gotten me from Pre-K. I had my dolly in my arm and my hair was down and looking like an child's hair would. Her hand in mine we walked toward are rather large house. I was a daddy's girl and I was hoping he would be there but I was not really shocked when I saw he was not there and his truck was gone. Yes, it broke my heart but I was becoming us to it even at that age. So, I just brushed it off and followed my mother into the house

"Go put your thinks of Windy. I am going to go use the rest room really fast." My mother spoke to me in her normal sweet voice.

With a nod of my head I took off up the stairs that turned a small corner and took up to the second floor, the bathroom dead ahead, my mother and father's room to the right, my room to the left and a guest bedroom across from mine. As I bounced off the top stair and walked to my room I heard my mother calling out to me. As I walked down the hallway and to her room, she was in her restroom and sitting on the toilet she had some form of a test in her hand. Me being only 5 was highly confused when she reached out and took my hand gently in her's..

"You know how you always said you wanted to be an older sister?" her voice still as tender and sweet as always.

I just stood there and gave a slight nod.

"Well, me and your father have decided we want another child as well. You are going to be a big sister!" her face lit up and her voice was excited.

When hearing her words go into my small ears I thought I was going to jump right out of my skin and have a heart attack. I started to jump up and down calling out...

"A sister!! Mommy!! It's a Girl!?" my face was lit up like the forth of July and I was the happiest ever. Staring into my mother's face.

My mother's face, although at the moment of great joy, fell slightly. "Well no. You are going to be a big sister to a baby boy." she smiled at me once again and her eyes scanned over my small, pale face.

Although I stopped jumping and my smile seemed to go away I was to young to know my next statement was a dumb one..

"TAKE IT BACK! Mommy! TAKE IT BACK!" I called out to her just in a voice that made me sound like a needing child.

When my mother looked back at me I was expecting her to snatch me up and tell me to quit but all she did was let out a small chuckle and shake her head..

"We can not take him back, Windy. He is ours now and you are his big sister." She took my small hand in her's and placed it on her still flat tummy. Feeling the smile come back to my face I was over joyed once again at the thought..

I am going to be a Big Sister.

[lady windle.]

☁ Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Tᴡᴏ ☁

" It Only Gets Better.. "

It felt like years that passed by as I watched my mother's stomach grow, heard her foot steps day and night as she stayed home more and more as her stomach grew to a point that she almost looked like she was going to pop. But me I felt like I was going to pop way before she did. I was so excited, running around here and there like a busy forest animal getting ready for the cold winter ahead. I had grown, and I have matured knowing that this little bundle of joy was going to be looking up to me for now on and it was going to by job, other than my parents, to lead him the right way in life.

I was big headed and growing up fast, with the thought of my baby bother on the way who could not want to just pop out of there skin. I had always wanted to be a big sister to what ever my mother may be home, and day in and day out I would sit with her my head rested on her swollen tummy feeling the small kicks of my baby brother but I had one question and I wanted an answer...

" Mommy? What are we going to name it?" My voice was soft but at the most part it had a very curios tone to it.

Watching my mother softly with the side of my head still rested softly on her tummy I could feel her body slightly vibrating as she spoke "Scott.." she spoke in a sweet tone.

Something about that name I liked a lot. It had a ring to it and not knowing what the little boy looked like yet I knew it was going to fit him perfectly. But sadly... My father had been out on a trip for maybe a week now and me and my mother both were awaiting him to come back. Each night, although my mother tucked me into bed, I would stay up and wait, and hope I would see my Father's lights coming down the drive way. It was maybe June 20th when finally my father came home. Leaping out of bed in my long princess night gown and my hair all a mess I took off down the stairs and leaped to my Father he caught me in his large arms like he always did holding me close and calling me his little girl.

I was so happy to see him finally home again and back with my mommy and myself to watch my baby bother be born.

Maybe a day or two passed and my third and forth favorite people came down to Alabama to watch my baby brother be born as well. My Papa and Grandmomma, they lived all the way up in South Carolina and I was so happy to finally see them again. I would always run up and give my Grandmomma a big hug and my papa a kiss on his scruffy cheeks. They meant a lot to me, and not being able to see them all the time made me kind of sad.

But I was glad they were here now..

[lady windle.]

☁ Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Tʜʀᴇᴇ ☁

" Jumping Out of Your Skin "

Oh, how the next 5 days flew by with such speed. Everyday that I would make up to the sun coming into my second floor window I would see my grandmother's face dead ahead of me. For no matter how many rooms their were in the house she would always choose to come up and sleep with me. And honestly I did not mind.

June 25th, I woke up to feet running all around the large horse. My hair was a mess but it did not faze me. Leaping out of my bed I walked down the hallway and flew down the stairs, my gown rubbing on my ankles. Stopping behind the railing my small hands rested up on it my eyes locked on my mother who set on the couch huffing and puffing my grandmother plopped down next to her. Out of the corner of my eye I could see and hear my father's deep voice screaming from the basement to my grandfather, I couldn't pick up exactly what they were saying but it didn't seem to be so bad.

My bright blue eyes moved back to my mother who was waving me over. A small smile coming back to my face I leaped off the stairs and ran over to her wrapping my arms around her even at my young age I knew what was going on. My baby brother was on the way. But as I was about to ask a question my fater large arms wrapped around my waist and carried me out to the car, well more running with me out to the car as my Papa and Grandmother came out with my mom.

Plopping down in my back seat I watched my whole family pile into the jeep and we were off flying down the street full speed, I was scared out of my mind as the car hit the high speeds but at the same time my heart was racing for a whole other reason.

Maybe 10 minutes down the road we made it to the hospital my mother was taken into a room my grandmother, Papa, and Father at toe but I was left out with one of the nurses. She was a sweet lady, I can not recall her name to this day but she did all she could to make me happy. She have me a big pink pin that read "You are going to be a big sister" my heart was racing more. Finally when I saw my mother go flying past me on a bed and my father behind he touched my head...

Be good My Princess I will be back. he talked in his deep, husky voice. He was my hero and my mother's as well. But, all I could do was nod my head and watch them leave as a heavy hand rested on my shoulder.

As I turned my small head around my blonde hair still a mess my grandfather looked down at me Come on. Let's wait on your mother and father in here. he says with a small smile as we walk to the room my mother and father had just came out of.

As I walked into the room my grandmother held out her arms to me I couldn't wipe the smile off of my face. I looked around the room and spotted a mask, doctor who's, and a doctor hat. My grin growing more I stood up and walked over to them as I slid them on I picked up the small teddy bear and called out...

This is my baby brother. I crawled the small bear in my arms and moved it back and forth softly. I was so excited to be a baby brother and have him in the house with my..

My Little Scott..

[lady windle.]

☁ Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Fᴏᴜʀ ☁

" Miracles Come in Small Packages... "

An hour or so had pasted since my mother had gone flying by me on the bed with my father at toe. I had been wondering what was taking them so long but I dare not ask my grandmother. The mood in the room was foggy and some what unsettling and as I scanned from my Papa to my Grandmother I could tell they were both starting to wonder the same thing as me. But, what I could not tell was were they thinking the same terrible things as I was...

Is the baby dead?
Did my Mommy not make it?
Is my Father okay?
Are they both gone?
Did my Mommy and the baby die?
Am I not going to be a big sister?

My mind spin around 360 degrees over and over again each time the thought either got worse or I would say one twice. But no matter how many times I tried to dismiss them they always came back. I just held tight to the small blue bear with beady black eyes and tried to hope for the best.

When finally I heard my father's voice come ringing into the room. My head shot up so fast I almost threw it off my neck. But my face lit up as he stated the apparent...

"It's a Boy!! He called out in a very eager and happy tone. Although I already knew that I started to get butterflies all over again. For they were not telling me it was going to come, he was here. I slid out of the chair and walked over to him...

As he took my small hand in his large one we all walked to a room off to the side were my mother laid looking bland and normal with out all the make and hair products she normally always wore. But, in her arms she held the small little baby, I couldn't help it.. I smiled again. Approaching the bed side I poked my head over it and stared down at the baby. My eyes large as my mother turned the small boy at an angle so I could see him.

Look Scott. It is your big sister. her voice was shaky but it was so loving and tender. I loved it.

Reaching out my small arm I touched the soft cheek of my new baby brother he was finally here and I was looking at him dead in the face. I could touch him, smell him, and most of all see him. He was so cute, but he was so small. He had a full head of curly blonde hair and bright greenie blue eyes. He was the cutest thing ever.

When finally my father came around he scooped up the small baby from my mother and walked over to him. Walking me over to a chair I set down softly, all eyes on me, I held out my arms and for the first time I felt baby brother breath.

Finally he was Mine...

[lady windle.]

☁ Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Fɪᴠᴇ ☁

" How Long Can The Smiles Stay? "

Everything was going great!! I couldn't ask for anything more. My baby brother was home my grandparents were in town and I was living with both my parents. My father was to stay around for awhile and I had Scott just across the hall. Knowing he was finally home made my heart skip a beat.

Although, he was very loud at night I had no problem staying up and just staring off into space as I listened to him cry and cry, softly becoming more and more quiet as finally my mother's voice took over to air and I could hear her soft quiet voice singing a tender and loving song to him. The worlds hitting my ears it would almost put me to sleep.

My eyes would become heavy and soon I would start to doze. But right when I would think my body was giving in i would hear her move, the ground make a nose as her feet press into it and my head would shoot up. My wide blue eyes large and looking out the small crack in my door I waited for her to go back to bed. Then, I would slip out of bed and tip toe out of my room and into Scott's. Peering over the small guard rail I would just look down at him. Taking in the moment that me and him were sharing together. His fat cheeks and soft eyes closed, he was a miracle in my eyes.

Days, and Days passed on and on as each one Scott was growing and so was eye. He had, had a few birthdays by now and so had I. My grandparents had started to come and go as they were needed. Which, was fine with me. I was maybe 8 years old and Scott was about 2-3 years old. I was so excited! My birthday was coming around the corner and I was having a Hawaiian Party and all my friends were going to come! My Papa and Grandmomma were coming back and everything was going to be great!!

The whole family was going to show up, but something was wrong... very wrong... my mother and father were acting so odd, and it wasn't in the way that it was going to end up good... something was out of line... something was happening... and I was scared...

I wanted the smiles to last... but ...

How long?