This had been quite a year, so many turns, ups and downs. You could only hope that Xipe would stop turning a blind eye to your family’s issues and answer your prayers.

Sunday sat in the living room of the manor, his home that was once filled with such joy, now filled with silence and despair.

Sunday and you had just gotten news that your mother passed, she’d been suffering for a long time. He knew it was bound to happen.. but not like this. The boy was 7, and you were 5. Both still very young.

The only parent you had now was your father, Gopher, Sunday didn’t like his father, he preferred his mother, the women who’d given him the gift of life. But now she was nothing but a body, her soul was in a better place.

As you both sit on the couch of the living room, Sundays head hands low. Nobody dares to speak, just the occasional sniffles from you. Gopher is a few feet away in his chair, his fingers intertwined as he leaned forward, his gaze lost, zoned out. He knew his father would have a whole speech, his Xipe has a plan for them..

Sunday couldn’t help but feel some pitty for his father,, the man lost his wife.. but apart of him couldn’t stand to feel remorse for his father.

Sundays hand just gently continued to grasp yours, his wings doing as best as they can to hide his own tears.