#|| es más bello vivir cantando || { threads; mirela }

[buscarparamivida]

❛  ...this what family's s'posed t'be like ?  ❜

@quick-drawn

"Por supuesto," she answers with a bright smile that seems to dim only with the clouds she sees behind his eyes.

Her brow furrows and her expression falls.

"…… You 'ave not 'ave this… 'ave you? Es always been only you y tu mamá?"

A beat.

"I do not remember many things of mi mamá. I 'ad only… tres años ––ah, three years when she pass. Y mi papá pass three years after that. Our Tío care for us, until he die… Pero, always I 'ave 'ad Arman. Teo, too, after he was born."

She turns then, to look toward where Arman is currently carrying Teo over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, as though he weighs nothing despite his own wiry frame. This is, of course, done while inquiring where his younger brother had gone and calling for him because there is work to be done. Teo seems to be caught somewhere between indignance at being treated in such a manner and laughter brought on by his brother's apparent good humor today.

"Our familia es small––more small now than it was––pero we are close. I do not know what Teo y yo would 'ave done without Arman… Ignore 'ow much I tease him because he need it… He 'as been more a father to us than our own… I do not think that any of us would know what to do without each other."

She looks to Cole then, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder, a more subdued but no less earnest smile returned.

"Y, ahora, la familia tiene dos más––Which es to say that now we 'ave two more we… add to our family, ¿de veras?" she says, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze as her smile further brightens.

"Bienvenido a la familia, hermano."