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Such Sweet Sorrow (Chap.6)

Published June 27, 2009 by ladyserenity92

That afternoon, Daddy drove us to the dollar store; while Cousin Ray stayed home with Miss Carla to plan the picnic. At the dollar store, Daddy gave us some money to buy a gift for Ray.

“Now, I don’t want you three to spend this money on anything foolish,” Daddy reminded us. “T.R., Jordan, you follow your sister and stay close to her. Don’t get lost, Ray and Miss Carla are waiting for us back at the house. I will meet you three by the front door in about an hour.”

After Daddy settled the matter, he left to get the fireworks. We kids were on our own in the store.

My siblings and I scanned around the store to search the treasure that was a gift for Cousin Ray. The first thing that caught Jordan’s eye was a china-blue conch shell. “Wow! Ray will like this,” Jordan said. Jordan picked up the shell and placed it in the shopping basket.

In the next aisle, there were bouquets of real, fresh flowers on display. T.R. saw a bouquet of  sunflowers that made her smile. T.R. was enchanted by the bright flowers, so she took them from the rack and placed the flowers in the shopping basket.

I thought I would never find a gift for Cousin Ray. My brother and sister found a card for Cousin Ray that made them laugh. I took the card from my sister. On the front of the card were two squirrels on top of a tree. Below the tree on the card were the captions:

Cousin to Cousin

We will always be special friends from the same family tree.


I opened the card and found out what made them laugh. Inside were the words:

Just like a squirrel, you sometimes drive me nuts!

Have a wonderful day!


We all decided to get the ‘birthday card’ for Cousin Ray.

Walking down the aisle, My siblings and I came to the stationery section. On the self were books of different shapes and sizes. I picked up a book that had two cherub angels  looking up at the heavens on the front cover. I opened the book and examined the pages from cover to cover. Every page from the first to the last was wordless and blank. I scanned the sign above the books:



Makes a great gift in a recession world!

I knew that I had found the perfect gift for Ray.


Later on, Daddy drove us kids to the park. And sure enough, it was raining like a waterfall. Seeing Miss Carla and Cousin Mike under the canopy, we made a dash for it. Cousin Mike is Cousin Ray’s brother. Mike was born in South Korea but was adopted by Ray’s parents. When Cousin Ray’s parents went back to Canada for good, Cousin Mike stayed behind with his brother. They have a little sister from China named Ruby Grace. I haven’t met my cousin Ruby Grace. She too left with Ray and Mike’s parents to Canada. I saw her picture once with her life partner with the words written in her handwriting, ‘I wish I could meet you, guys! OXOXO! R.G.! Remember the night of crystals.’

“Hey, Butterfly! Could you give us a hand?” Cousin Mike called. I raced over to help.

As I helped Cousin Mike and Miss Carla set the table, I spotted Cousin Ray with a young woman dashing to the canopy. When Cousin Ray and the woman made it out of the rain, they sat down on the bench together. I saw the woman. She wore a pale, ice cream pink sundress and open toe sandals on her feet. Her fingernails and toes were painted bright purple. On her head was a white hat with a red ribbon wrapped around it.

The woman knew that I was looking at her. The woman took off her hat and turned her gaze toward me. Her eyes were hazel brown, as was her hair; and she was half-Caucasian and half-Asian. I could tell you how lovely she was as a model in a Vogue magazine. Cousin Ray looked my way and introduced the woman to me.

“Butterfly, this is my co-worker and associate, Mindy Smith. Mindy, this is my cousin, Butterfly Taylor.”

“Please to meet you, ma’am.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Butterfly,” Mindy replied with a smile. “But you don’t have to call me ‘ma’am’, it just makes me feel old.”


Jordan and T.R. saw Mindy and got a chance to talk to her.

“You look like a doll,” Jordan told Mindy. “Are you from Japan?”

T.R. and I double backhanded our brother on the back of the head for the question.

Mindy laughed it off and told him that her mother was Chinese and her father was from England. “I have a little brother that was just like yours,” Mindy told us girls with a wink in her eye. We kids talked to Mindy for a long time and became friends with her.

Daddy called everyone to the picnic table to sing ‘Happy Birthday’. We gather around Cousin Ray and sang ‘Happy Birthday.’ After the song was over, Cousin Ray blew out all thirty of the candles on the cake. After the fest of food and cake, it was time for Cousin Ray to open up his presents. In my family’s ritual, the member of the family with a birthday has to open up a present from the youngest member of the family.

Cousin Ray opened up Jordan’s present and fell in love with the seashell. Cousin Ray thanked Jordan as T.R. handed over her bouquet of sunflowers. Cousin Ray took the bouquet and smelt them. “T.R., I love sunflowers. Thank you, my dear.”

Next, came my turn.

Cousin Ray unwrapped my gift. When my cousin saw the journal, he almost choked up with emotion. My cousin reached over and side-hugged me. “Thank you, my honey.” he said.


After the picnic ended at dusk, we drove over to a vacant parking lot behind a middle school. Placing the vehicles on park, we got out. Along the way, I spotted a video camera attached onto the side of the building. I saw Daddy carrying the firework under his arm. The firework was red and octagon-shaped.

Daddy motioned Cousin Ray to come over. Cousin Ray walked over to my daddy, carrying a lighter in his hand. Everyone made a semi-circle as Cousin Ray lit the fuse. As the fuse sparked, we moved far back. There were showers of multi-colored sparks bursting into the air like a volcano, along with an ear-splitting whistling sound that could wake up Sleeping Beauty.

We all panicked.

“Let’s get the hell out of here!” Daddy cried, pulling T.R. by the arm.

“Screw this, I’m out of here,” Mike said, running to his van.

I pulled Jordan and threw him into the car. Everyone jumped into their vehicles and closed the doors. With the firework still blasting into the air, we drove like mad out of the parking lot and never looked back.


To Be Continued/Stayed Tuned! 

Such Sweet Sorrow (Chap.5)

Published June 13, 2009 by ladyserenity92

That night at the dinner table, I told my family about Anna and Vladimir.

“Anna and Vladimir Knight,” Cousin Ray said, word by word. “Those two kids are mostly quiet and keep to themselves. Anna is mostly shy; she doesn’t have any friends, and doesn’t open up real easily since she is often bullied. In fact, the poor girl was bullied so much, she had to be home-schooled.”

“Poor, Anna.” Jordan said. “I wish I could be her friend.

I thought about the books Anna had given me.

“Anna gave me some books to read,” I said. “They’re really good.”

Two of the books that were Anna’s were a book of poems, while the other two were two books that I never read before. One was Night train to the Stars by Kenji Miyazawa, and the other was Kiki’s Delivery Service written by Eiko Kadono. I only saw the movie version of Kiki’s Delivery Service but never read the novel version of it. I wanted to know why would Anna wanted me to read the four books she had given me.

I decided to read the books to find out.


After dinner, my family and I watched a movie that Cousin Ray rented from Netflix. The movie was an old black & white horror movie. I didn’t care too much for the movie, so I started reading one of Anna’s book of poems. On the next page was a poem entitled ‘Outsider’. As I read the words, I felt movement at what Anna was saying in her poem.

There was a loud scream in the room. The scream came from me because my dog Potato had licked my foot. Screaming, I leaped up from the couch, tossing the book out of my hand. T.R. was next to me and jumped up, tossing the bowl of popcorn in the air. The popcorn got on everyone. Potato had a feast of the popcorn on the floor.

“Butterfly, look at this,” Daddy groaned.

“It’s okay; I’ll clean up the mess.” Miss Carla announced.

“No, Carla. Let me do it.” Cousin Ray volunteer.


The movie was postponed. Daddy made me stay behind with Cousin Ray to clean up the mess I’ve made. In the middle of sweeping, I gave my cousin a sly smile.

“I can be a bit of a klutz sometimes,” I told him.

“So you say?” he replied.

“Yep, I couldn’t even bowl a strike to save my life.”

Cousin Ray stopped cleaning up and walked over to me. As I swept, he placed a hand on mine. I looked into those blue eyes of his.

“I don’t think of you as a klutz at all,” he told me, “I think of you as a funny teenage girl who was sent from above to make the world smile.”

I looked at my cousin and felt my heart flutter. I knew what my cousin said was the most beautiful ever. As I smiled at Cousin Ray, I felt millions of butterflies slow-dancing in my stomach.

Cousin Ray spotted my book on the floor. He went over and picked it up off the floor. “I believe this is yours, Mademoiselle,” he said formally.

I laughed as I placed the book on the coffee table. Without another word, we went back to cleaning up the den.


Cousin Ray and I didn’t finished cleaning until midnight. I was very exalted when I got to my room. I collapsed on my bed, rolled up the covers and drifted off to sleep. In my dream, I was walking hand-in-hand with my cousin along the sandy shores of the beach.


July fourth was the day that I longed for. It was Indepandce Day and Cousin Ray’s birthday. With the lack of sleep still lingering me, I got up from my bed and grabbed some fresh clothes to wear. I went down the hallway to the bathroom to take a shower. In the shower, I washed myself clean. I washed off the dirt, old oils and other filth off me. I am reminded of old saying that a teacher once told me, ‘A dirty body has a dirty soul’.

I went down to the kitchen and smiled warmly at my family. “Good morning, everybody,” I beamed. I breezed in and kissed everyone. “Wow, my dear! You seemed to be quite happy this morning,” Daddy replied.

As I sat down, I sang a song for Cousin Ray for his birthday.

God bless, you!

On this day!

Happy, happy birthday and many more!

“Happy birthday, Ray!” I said.

Then T.R. and Jordan sang their version.

Happy birthday, it’s your stupid birthday.

Happy birthday.

Boy, you’re really old.

Cousin Ray chuckled at the song. “Guys, you think I’m that old?” Cousin Ray said to my brother and sister. “I just turned thirty today.” We all laughed at the hidden joke that Ray gave us. Cousin Ray stood up and lifted up his coffee mug. “Well, I’m officially 30 years old today.” He chimed.

“To thirty years,” Cousin Ray said. “May I have many more years of good health.”

“To thirty years!” we said, chinking our glasses together.

“Let’s have a picnic for Cousin Ray.” T.R. said.

“Honey, I’m not so sure that a picnic would be apperate for Cousin Ray,” Daddy said, “I just heard on the weather report that it was going to Rain today.”

“But, Father,” T.R. said formally. (T.R. sometimes called Daddy ‘Father’ when she wanted something from him or if she was upset with him. Most of the time she liked to call Daddy ‘Father’ to sound more mature.) ,”Cousin Ray would love to have a rainy day picnic for his birthday. And besides, he’s only thirty once in his life. Let’s have a picnic for him. Would you like that, huh Cousin Ray.”

T.R. batted her eyelashes at Cousin Ray. Her hypnotic brown eyes entrapped my cousin into doing something that he haven’t done in his life. With her bright, brown eyes and beauty, T.R. could get you to do what you wanted to do. My sister was a young Cleopatra.

Ray took one look at T.R. and made his decision.

“Okay, let’s do it!” he said.

To Be continued/Stay Tuned!

‘My Friend Mimi’ on hiatus

Published April 11, 2009 by ladyserenity92

As the title of this day’s post is sad to be true, it is. The story My Friend Mimi is going on hiatus. The reason why is because I cannot post two popular stories on my blog. It is hard work and takes hours to finish one story after another. The story My Friend Mimi will be right back as soon as the e-novel Such Sweet Sorrow finishes up. For anyone who was a fan of the novella, I do apologize for leaving you guys hanging.

In the nine months of being a blogist, I have learned that you can’t post everyday and that sometimes you have to take a break once in awhile. Often times you have to scrap a post briefly or permanently. My Friend Mimi won’t be scrapped like the Scrapped Princess (oh, no!); the story is just on hold for now until Such Sweet Sorrow is finished. I just can’t post two popular stories and keep up with the demand, that’s all.

I still haven’t forgotten about Liora and Mimi. In the meantime, why don’t you write some fan-fiction about My Friend Mimi. You could have them go into Mars or whatever. You can post the fan-fiction on my weblog. As long as the stories are G to PG rated and in good taste. No sex, killings (graphic violence), strong profanity, hate or insolent speech or anything objectionable. Any form or plagiarism posted will be deleted.

The best stories of My Friend Mimi that I like will be posted for the world to see. You don’t have to be the best author to post your Mimi stories. Send me your fan-stories!

Rest well, Mimi and Liora. You girls earned your rest.

Stayed Tuned!

Such Sweet Sorrow (Updated version) Chap.3

Published March 30, 2009 by ladyserenity92

Daddy came home around six from working. T.R. and Jordan came over to Daddy when he stepped inside the apartment. They hugged and kissed him. Even Potato was barking her greeting at him.  As Daddy  hugged me, he noticed the look on my face and read my mind. He turned his head to Jordan and shook it.

“It’s always like me, Jordan.” He told him. “I too can’t keep a secret.


After supper, Daddy called us kids to the den for a family meeting. We sat down on the sofa as Daddy tried to roll the words from under his tongue. T.R. looked at Daddy as she thought about where we were going on such short notice. Daddy found the words that he was searching for.

Daddy began, “Children, as you know, we haven’t been spending time with each other since your mother left. And I have been working extra hard to support you three. I have thought things over and come to a decision about what I should do for us to spend time with each other.”

My daddy was flushed red from the heatwave. Most Caucasians like him are often flushed when they are caught in a heatwave.

“You know our Cousin Ray in Orageburg?” Daddy asked us.

I knew Cousin Ray a lot. Jordan and T.R. only knew him in the pictures and stories Daddy often shared with them.

“I called Ray,” Daddy continued, “and I made an arrangement for us to spend a month in Orageburg with him. We don’t have much time. I want you three to pack your suitcases and get a goodnight’s sleep; we’ll be leaving tomorrow morning at 6 AM.”

The three of us were shocked to the core. Tomorrow morning at 6 AM. I looked at T.R. and Jordan and knew that the news had hit them as well. My brother and sister were happy about the vacation. “We get to spend a month with Ray instead of a month of summer school.’ Jordan cheered. Jordan and T.R. rushed to their rooms to pack.


We went to bed early at 8PM and woke up at 3 AM in the morning. My daddy, Jordan, T.R. and me were getting ready for our trip to South Carolina. After breakfast, Jordan and I washed and dried the dishes as T.R. helped out placing the dishes in the top cabinet. Jordan was whistling a song as he was drying a cup on his shirt.

We left home our apartment at 6 AM. T.R. locked the door as I helped Daddy with the  luggage. It was dark with a hint of the sunlight in the sky when we got outside. When we got to the car, Daddy unlock the trunk and placed the luggage into the back. After Daddy closed the trunk, we hopped into the car and drove off.

Daddy drove from New York State onto the highway. During the ride, I turned on my iPod to pass time. In the middle of my song, Jordan called my name to ask me a question.

“What are you listening to, Sissy?” he asked.

“It’s just an old school song that I’ve downloaded to my iPod.” I told him.

“Can I listen to it.”


I took one of my earphones out of my ear and inserted into my brother’s. My brother was swaying to the music playing. T.R. wanted to listen, too, so I gave her my earphone. As T.R. listened, she replied, ‘I didn’t know that you liked Jazz.”

“Now you know,” I told her.


My daddy drove on into the night as my brother and sister slept with my dog Potato next to them. As I watched them sleep, I thought about Cousin Ray and how he will react after seeing me as a sixteen year old girl. When Cousin Ray met me, I had my hair tied in pigtails and ribbons. Now that I was older, I wonder if my cousin would still remember me after nine years. I fell asleep, dreaming about meeting my cousin.


I woke up the next morning to find Daddy entering into a neighborhood. The neighborhood was getting ready for a new day. My brother, sister and Potato were starting to wake up. Potato was helping them by licking their faces. Daddy arrived at a whitewashed house and drove up into the driveway. At the front door of the house, I saw a Caucasian man with a Hispanic woman by his side. The man was in a Face-it t-shirt and faded blue jeans. He had clean-cut hair and wore glasses. I smiled when I saw him.

As Daddy parked the car, I unfastened my seat belt and opened the car door. I cried as I ran to the man. I got to him and threw my arms around him. The man put his arms around me as well.

‘Hi, Ray,” I whispered.

“Hello, my honey,” Ray answered back.

To be continued/Stayed Tuned!







Such Sweet Sorrow (updated version) Chap.2

Published March 18, 2009 by ladyserenity92

As the years went by, Cousin Ray and I grew up. Cousin Ray was an adult and I was a teenager with a ten year old sister and a seven year old brother. Like most teenagers, I liked to talk on the pocket phone and type and read pocket phone novels. I text so many pocket phone novels, that my parents bribed me to stop.

But I can’t live without pocket phone novels or my pocket phone. My sister T.R. has gotten into them, too. Now there are two pocket phone novelists in the family (three if you count my cousin Ray.)

It was the summer of last year that my life would change forever. I was walking home with my Platonic Girlfriend, Mari. We were talking about the recession and how we lost our jobs.

“It’s just a shame,” she told me. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

“Me, too.” I added. “My daddy is going to be upset that I lost my job. I just had the job for a year now, and they let me go. What am I going to say to my daddy?”

In truth, I’ve lost my job a week ago and my family thought that I was still working. Mari glanced my way. I could tell that the news was not good.

“My dad‘s taking us to Porto Rico for a month to work for his brother’s company.”

“You are not serious!”

“Nope. My father says we have no choice. Its either that or we go hungry. Man, I hate my cousins so much, they make me so mad. We don’t get along that well. It’s so unfair.”

“At least you get to go to Porto Rico, Mars!  I wish my daddy was taking us somewhere. If only my momma haven’t left us, that is.”

My momma is a freelance photographer for a newspaper called ‘The Freedom’. Last year, my momma got promoted to another city on the west coast. Momma made the decision to take the job since it was a once in a full moon chance. Daddy respected Momma’s decision to take the job. After Momma left, I became the woman of the house. I not only took care of Daddy, but also of my sister T.R. and my brother Jordan.

“So, when do you leave for Porto Rico?” I asked.

“Tomorrow.” Was my friend’s answer.

“Man, I’m going to miss you all summer.” I told her. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you.”

“Don’t worry, Butterfly. It’s just temporary,” Mari said. “It’s not like we’re staying over there forever. It’s the first time that I’ve gone to Porto Rico since I was three. The sand, the sun. God, I miss that.”

“Will you send me some post cards?”

“I will, Sweetie.”

A guy on a motorcycle drove up in front of us. I knew that it was Mari’s brother.

“Mari, let’s go!” he said. “Dad’s waiting for us!”

Mari and I said our goodbyes as she got on the back of her brother’s back. Mari put on her helmet, as her brother started the motorcycle. Mari’s brother looked my way and mouthed something to me that upset me. As he rode off, I shouted, “I’m not that fat, jerk!”

For five years, I never knew why Mari’s brother made fun of me. It was when he told me on the eve of my graduation that the reason why he made fun of me was because he liked me. And the second reason was that he was three years older than I was.

“You, know,” he told me over the phone, the reason why I did it was that I wanted to get to know you, Butterfly. I guess it worked.”

I dated Mari’s brother for a few months before we decided to become friends. Sure he was a perfect 10 and a prince, but we were on the different sides of the ocean. It wasn’t meant to be, so we broke up.



When I got home, I checked my Facebook page for any messages. As I read my messages, I notice one from my Cousin Ray that read:


My dearest Cousin,

How has your summer been so far? Are you and your family enjoying yourselves? I hope you are. My summer’s filled with work and court cases. I saw your mother’s photos on her Twitter page. She wrote about the photos and how California is hot. I rarely get to see you and your family. I have to cut this letter short, please give your family my love. I love you my honey.

Your cousin,

Ray Quidame


My birthday is coming up on July 4th. I’ll be the big 3-0; I guess you can call me ‘grandpa’ now. Please take care.


On the attachment, there was a video of Bugs Bunny break dancing. I typed Ray a response letter. After I finished the response letter, I sent it to his email address. I felt a presence in my room. I got up and went over to my closet door. As I closed in, I heard soft whispers and whimpering.

“I know someone’s in my closet,” I warned. “A boy and a girl, along with a pug.  You three know what I do to two kids and a dog that sneak into my room while I am away.”

I reached the doorknob and gave it a turn. I burst opened the door and went for my prey. “I tickle them!”

I tickled my brother and sister in the closet as my pug Potato tried to run away. My sister caught my dog and tickled her. Potato licked my sister’s face in return.

After the tickle attack and Potato’s kisses, I confronted my brother and sister about being in my room (again).

T.R. and Jordan are my little sister and brother.

T.R. was ten and was the gifted child of the family next to me. She loved art and music. She has the class of Lisa Simpson and Sally Brown rolled into one. Like most sandwich kids, she is often bullheaded. My sister’s real name is Tokyo Rose. She was named after the Japanese capital and for my momma’s favorite flower. T.R. is so cute with those bright eyes and her shining smile. She likes to talk on the phone and likes pop culture. My sister is a huge otaku-freak.

My seven-year old brother Jordan was like most boys his age. Likes science and math; eats a lot and likes video games. Although Jordan is autistic, he is given the same rewards and punishments just like me and T.R. My brother is good in math and science. One time there was a contest on the radio to answer a trivial question. It was a radio program of professor Michio Kaku’s that my brother listens to all the time. I can’t recall what the question was, but my brother knew the answer to it. My brother dialed the number and got through. When my brother said the right answer on the radio, he jumped for joy. As a prize for his right answer, professor Kaku gave my brother an autographed book and a picture. To this day, he still has the book, the picture, and the title of happiest boy in Harlem.

Two kids, sitting in front of me on my bed; in trouble.

 I asked my brother and sister, “What were you two doing in my bedroom?”

T.R. and Jordan paused to think their answer.

“We wanted to talk to you, Sissy.” Jordan said. Jordan always calls me ‘Sissy’ as his pet name.

“About what?” I replied. T.R. spoke up for Jordan.

“Daddy said that he wants to talk to you about your job. And he has something that he wants to tell us.”

I knew that my daddy had found out that I lost my job at the library.

“Daddy said not to worry,” Jordan added, “He isn’t mad that you lost your job. He wants to talk to us about a trip we’re taking.”

“Shhh!” T.R. hissed.

“What trip?” I said.

Jordan answered, “We don’t know. All Daddy said was that we’re going on a trip. When you got home, he was going to tell you.”

My heart stopped a beat. A trip. What kind of trip was Daddy taking us? My mind was wondering as to why my daddy was taking my siblings and me on a trip. New York State was facing a rescission and most of the residents were staying home for the summer. It was odd for people to take trips during a rescission.

I got back to reality and went back to scolding my sister and brother.

“Alright you two,” I said, “you have to leave, now. I had a long day and I need to rest; so I need my room back. Now let’s go.”

T.R. and Jordan did as I ordered and walked out my door. Potato left with them as well.


When I was alone, I stretched out on my bed and thought about the trip my daddy was talking about. What kind of trip was it? Why was it so importantfor us to go. I kept thinking over in my mind about the trip. My mind was clouded withthoughts about the trip, that it was hard for me to sleep. I gave up going to sleep and went outside to join T.R. and Jordan in the den to watch  television.

Even that didn’t take my mind off of the trip.

To be continued/Stayed Tuned!

I never knew

Published March 16, 2009 by ladyserenity92

I never knew that so many ‘flower people’ out there loved Boys Before Flowers. I am so shocked by the many respones that I got. I saw only a little taste of BBF. I’ve amited once before; I love the show.

I’ve notice that there are some fans who also like the import Naruto. I only got to see Naruto once. Naruto is such a popular show on both sides of the world. So to catch up, I’ll see an episode of or two of Naruto.

As I write this post, I’m almost through with the second chapter of Such Sweet Sorrow. I can’t wait to find out what happens to Butterfly and her family. It’s been a long time since I’ve post any stories on my blog.

Today is the first day of the school semitster. I’m going to have to work hard to get that A+. I have so much to do, I hope that I don’t overload myself.

There are so many post that I put out on my blog you guys should check them out!

Stayed Tuned!

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