Identical: Chapter: 1.3: Feeling Alive

 The wet gloomy sunflowers were heading west for the sun to peek for the last time before setting down. Julia gazed at the wet grass and took her shoes off. She knew, it'd be a perfect walk to remember. The greenery contained the smell of the rain all over it. The slight cold breeze exfoliated the weather even more. Hian paused for a while and took a deep breath at the entrance of the cemetery. He was nervous, but more than that, he felt his love again. He felt something was pulling him inside. He knew, he could never feel alive again without Martha, at least he could not in last 16 years.

 Days and months don't continue to be special, only a few jolly moments are the ones that make us smile even when we loose all our teeth as few mistakes make us cry even when we go blind. This is how the life is, its the mirage of cupidity. Rulers are born to be swindlers here. Avarice is the center of the capitalism where poor people go poorer and rich ones make the money role among themselves. Hian had all the money to join the competition of the lecherous. May be he had the blessings that kept him away, long away from the avarice.

 He noticed that Julia's eyes were soaked in tears that were ready to sacrifice themselves in a while for a young lady who once intended to give this orphan a parental acquaintance, a house to call home, parents to love and a life to lead. This may be was the first time when he found something else to concentrate other than Martha's love in front of her grave. It was Julia's white sorrows. The silence was abnormal to Hian, he looked at Julia from the corner of his eyes, and then it all happened, then he could see her sorrows, her dreams reflecting on her tears and her innocence. He was mildly thrilled in his mysterious sight. The air blew, calling for the drizzle to arrive; but nothing could disturb his whim.

 Her tear droplets fell on Martha's cemetery along with all the drizzling rain. The rain may had arrived to let the tear droplets spread over Martha, or may be it was Martha who wanted this to happen. Hian was getting lost into Julia, he started reading her mind unconsciously. She seemed like a kite, which bears a limit in all its activities. She had nothing to say. Any more moment here could break her down, she felt to get back right then. She turned back and along with Mr. Cooper, took a few steps forward. Then she stopped for a last time and turned back slightly and uttered, "Farewell mother"...

 Hian's index finger found her ones while staring back, they headed off leaving the sun peeking for the last time in the day, their indexes over each others..
 Feeling alive is more important than loving someone or being loved. Hian knew it now. He could feel it again...

Identical: Chapter: 1.2 : Start Anew

 The Christmas theater had something special to it. Every year children used to act stories from Holy Bible. But this year, Priest had thought of something different with both the actors and the plot. The motive was none but teaching how to say Farewell; he thought each one of them needed to learn it more than a moral because it becomes hard every time to let go off one angel.

 You can't always habituate yourself to hope for the thing you imagine to be happened.  Every orphan never leaves with the same reason of being adopted. Some never get adopted, some end up being the guardian of other orphans, and some just find their own way of living. The third kinds are the dreamers. Those who can put wings to their dreams are the successful ones. It's never necessary that only good luck can lead you to success. Luck is required, but  hardworking and an ambitious spirit sparkling through your pupils are more efficient in this case.

 Ms Nina often used to head off to the local bakery to grab some pastries for the children. She had no earning source but had a brother who used to hand her over a few dollars on the first week of the month against her wish. But she never forced back the money to his brother, Mr. Cooper, because she knew, this may not help her much but it can bring happiness and joy to the children for a few days with chocolates and bakeries. Mr. Cooper had a regular conveyance in the orphanage. He often used to park by the bakery and get some croissants for children. It has been years that he is doing it. He was a stock broker in the town. Had a car of his own and a wife, Martha who was elder than him. The poor woman died of Cancer a year after he got married. After than he Ms Nina had never seen him into women anymore. Stock Exchange Market fetched him from his love life into his work life. He had made enough money in last 18 years. His hair started go white but he had no one to leave those for. Ms Nina had already been poking him to get back to the reality, to have someone to leave all the assets for. He needed an heir, but his consciousness never lied in these matters.

 Julia Jennings , the eldest among the children, had been working in the bakery for a few months. She was an adult and prepared to move out. Mr. Cooper been seeing her since the day she was brought to the orphanage. Her sky blue eyes had always mesmerized Mr. Cooper's sights. Martha had always liked Julia. Martha intended to adopt her the very first day Mr. Cooper brought her to the orphanage. But the poor lady found her Cancer test results negative just after two months of her marriage. Mr. Cooper had no one in the home who can look after a child, otherwise he would have never stepped back to fulfill her wife's wish of bringing Julia home and name her Amber. He realized how long it had been when he, one day parked in front of the bakery and found Julia working there. She grew up. Time never did let him realize when this little girl wearing pink frocks grew up to an adult working in a bakery. She still looked beautiful, instead, more. She had dark black hair in a ponytail falling till her thighs and a white apron. The tanned skin had fitted itself perfectly with the round chubby cheeks. Her dimples were way too deeper, appeared even when she was talking. Her eyes were bigger. She had every single thing to attract a man in his first sight. So did she with Mr. Cooper. Before Mr. Cooper ordered, she started to pack croissants. He smiled and greeted her,
   - My fairy always knows what i want.
Julia  looked at him with the corner of her eyes while packing and said,
   - Growing up doesn't mean forgetting things.
   - Martha would have been proud of you.
   - Aren't you?
   - Ever, forever dear.
   - Martha's face is fading away from my memories. I want to visit her once.
   - It has been years so its supposed to be. Your presence would surely bring her peace.
   - Sunday afternoon?
   - I'd be honored to pick you up.

  Mr. Cooper, after a long time felt fresh and joyful. He found his wedding tie from the store room and wore that with a blue suit and a white shirt. He used to wear that tie whenever he missed Martha. As if she was living through his veins. Years had passed so did the reality. His work made him so busy that Martha faded away like a sunset from his daily life. But days such as valentines, Mr. Cooper never missed to put a bouquet of roses on her cemetery. But now he could also not remember when was the last time he did it. But today was something special. Something better than  regular routine.

 Julia was standing in a red dress with the hair all open. They drove towards the city. The air got  dustier and  humid as they approached to the city. Mr. Coopers old house seemed just the same as far as Julia could remember how it was back before 15 years. But the interiors changed. Its not as tidy as Martha used to keep it. But the things haven't been moved from their places yet. Ms. Nani and Mr. Cooper's childhood pictures were still in the same position over the fireplace. His bed still had the scratch mark of Martha's dog, Keiner. She was wandering inside the house and uttered slowly,
  - I can smell Martha in every corner of the house.
  - I still try to keep her touch. Things haven't been moved ever since she was gone.
  - Did you give away Keiner?
  - Keiner died few years after Martha. She had some babies though.
  - I hope they are in good homes.
  - On my backyard.
  - I can't believe you still love Martha so much.
  - May be it is what happens to be.
  - I am going to make us some lunch.
  - It might rain now. We better head off to the cemetery in the afternoon.
  - Would some Fajitas do to you?
  - It'd be just fine.
 Everything seemed too weird. He could realize that it was just the day repeating itself after years, the day when Martha first visited his house. The rain, the fajitas, the air; everything seemed so known to Hian Cooper.

      Was fate signing him something? Was he feeling alive again?

Identical: Chapter: 1.1

Physical similarities never touched them though they have known themselves as twins. It always bothered both of them as this fact had came out to be a reason for the other children around them to tease. They learned to face these realities on their own, but in different ways. Savannah, being the shy one, found hiding her face behind her palms more comfortable to avoid teasers. May be she had no path between her ear and her heart. So things a bit away of the regular could easily bother all her attentions as life provided her with a new reason everyday to feel helpless, to feel like a person without a backbone.  And so it was; absence of a family in real makes someone stand in nowhere.

 Priest Jonathan then once patted on her shoulders pointing at all the children playing happily on the ground of the Orphanage. He always used to cheer her up by saying that God didn't give us the right to choose our own families. But he has sent some angels on this earth to complete the uncompleted families and those angels are sent here, in this orphanage, to be brought up with idles to chase away the frowns around. Weirdly enough, Savannah subconsciously granted Father Jonathan as an apostle and avidly believed in him.

Then this ambitious face, Johannah, did never let her rights go away; instead, while bringing her rights back, she also knew well to fight for other children's rights. A big smile used to  blossom on Father Jonathan's face whenever he saw this girl, the naughtiest fairy loathing over injustice. He knew, she'd be a whimsy storm. It would be very hard to find any boy of any age, even seniors, who haven't been beat up by this tiny fairy.

Christmas eve was the sparkling moment of the year when every pair of eyes used to shine like a star, every smile seemed like a comet, and every sound turned musical. Dreams were new as Spring leaves for every child whose prayers never had recalls. Those who seek for expensive toys and loving parents are always left out; those who have already accepted the orphanage as a family are forced to leave. This is how life continued its cruelty. But Santa Claus had too many cookies waiting every year for a bite. This was a joyful moment as every child gets a new dress from the charity. So do Savannah and Johannah, but they had always demanded for same cloths, but Priest could never make it as the cloths come from the charity. But Santa Claus might have heard them last time. This year again they were disappointed as they were given different cloths. It made little Savannah to run to her bed crying like every year. Johannah could never stand her sisters tears, so  something made her run in anger in the Priest's room where the cloths were being distributed. She dint waste a minute in the room after entering to jump in the sack of cloths. Priest took her out and something  made his prepared mind to scold pause. It was another pink fairy dress she had in her hands. He was confused whom to thank, God or Santa Clause, he ended up thanking both.

  Both of them tried to maintain the similarities most as much as they could. Two pink fairies were ready  for the Theater time. Ms. Nina had loved these children the most. She always thought, if she had any daughter, she would have definitely looked like Savannah; Johannah seemed more of the imagination of her son. But she knew, both the sisters have the same soft flowery heart where no spot relies. She held their tiny hands, Johannah on right and Savannah on the other as always and led them to the auditorium.