mycah thomas


They went out to the Winter Festival for a date a few days before Snowflake Day. It was 7 degrees when the date began, so no outerwear for a while.

“Spin me like on of your French girls!”

“What? Is that a reference to something?”

“When this date is over, we’re watching Titanic together so you can be cultured. Anyway, let’s spin!”

“Are you sure? You suck at skating.”

“No, I don’t!”

“Yes *grunt* you do”

Happy Leisure Day from the Thomas Family (-Lavender and Oliver, who are too busy working and napping to come take a pitcure apparently. Gawd)

Seeing as it’s Victoria Day here, which means a nice relaxing three day weekend, I felt it was appropriate to post this. Hope all my fellow-canucks are enjoying the day off and all my other followers are just generally enjoying their Monday.


The week dragged on in utter agony. Willow’s vitals flew all over the map, one minute showing signs of recovery, the next on the brink of death. Until one day, when she passed the brink. I remember the phone call. It was 2 in the morning, I couldn't sleep so I was watching some old Charmed reruns, binging on ice cream. The phone rang and I could tell what had happened I picked up the phone and dad answered, his voice sounding as though his entire world had crumbled. I asked him what happened.

“Well, she went in for surgery yesterday and it was fine. She must have gotten an infection or something. She was gone before they could do anything.”

“No.” was all I could say. I dropped the phone on the couch and cried, burrowing my face in the pillows.

The funeral happened a few days later. I gave a eulogy, mostly able to keep from crying, right until the end. After the barrage of questions and condolences, we went back to mom and dad’s to just have some family time. River was too distraught to even be in the living room with us, staying in his room. Lavender sat on the couch, quiet, her entire body appearing collapsed on itself. I tried my hardest to smile, no matter how fake it looked.

“I still can’t believe that this has all happened.” I remarked, my head spinning.

“I know that this has been ahrd for all of us, but the past is the past Would Willow want us to wallow in depression for the rest of our lives? Let’s be happy… for her.” Mom said, her smile genuinley caring, but I was not in the modd to hear about moving on. The person I had spent so much of life fighting with about anything, just for the sake of fighting, who I had never appreciated anywhere near as much as I should have, weas gone. And I guess that’s where the irony of it all comes in, because it jut becomes an endless cycle, and the burden of antagonist moves on to another person, whoever it’s most convenient for it to be.

I can’t say that what I said was right my mother was just trying to help us move past this, but I was in no state of mind to even try moving, “She was your daughter. And she’s dead. And you don’t want to remember that? What kind of mother are you? Sometimes I can’t believe the things that come out of your mouth.” I snap, turning my eyes from her. Dad moves closer, putting his arm around her as her head hangs in guilt and disappointment. “Now I don’t have a sister any more, and you expect me to move on from that?” As soon as the words come out of my mouth, I regret them. 

Mom stands up and heads for the door to the backyard “I need some air.” she steps lightly, I can tell she’s lost weight, even in the last week. She’s frail, and weak, and all I can think is that she’s always been like that, but now it shows.

Dad runs behind her, trying to get her to come back, “Honey, she’s not in the best state of mind right now, I’m sure she didn’t mean it.”

They walk outside and I turn to Lavender, “I didn’t mean it, I-”

“Just go. What obligation do you have here? You clearly hate both of your parents, who raised you and gave everything for you to have a privileged life., and you forget about your own sister, your triplet. We’ve been alive at all the same times, yet you can’t even remember that I’m your sister? Just go, Ruby. Maybe it would be best if you didn’t come back.”

My eyes begin to water. Lavender was the one person I never wanted to hurt. To us, she was always the fragile one, the one who could break more easily than anything else. I stand and walk out the door. My eyes burning, refusing to blink for fear that the water will pour down my face and that I won’t be able to stop.


Ainsley and Mycah enjoyed some hot and sour soup.

“You’re really on an Asian food kick lately.”

“The bistro’s been introducing a new menu. They want some more diversity, so I have to practice. I’m on mat leave, so I want to be ready when I get back to work.”

“Oh, I’m just you’re test dummy, huh?”

“Holy crap that’s hot!”