Jace prepped a decent size breakfast with the fruits Sun Li purchased in Al Simhara. The breakfast conversation was vacation memories. "On the plane, I spoke with a witch mom!" Gavin said.
"Mom, are witches real?" Graham said. "No baby," Sun Li responded.
"Mom, she said that what we experienced was rain. It's when wet stuff falls from the sky. I don't like it. She gave me this book," Gavin said sliding the book across the table. Graham grabbed the book.
"Witches aren't real Gavin!" Graham said.
"Yes they are!" Gavin responded.
A fit of "unhuh" and "utun" ensued.
"Boys!" Jace said getting up from the table.
Graham ran outside all this talk about witches and curses was scaring him. He shivered and pulled his cape tighter. So far the Weather Stone's predictions had came true. Now there was a witch who knew about rain. And there was a book that had all the answers. But Graham wasn't ready to read it.The sun was low in the southern sky, so Graham knew it was time for bed.
But sleep wouldn't come easy for Graham whose dreams were plagued by rain, talking stones, and curse casting witches.
The television was a great addition for the family. Sunday mornings were the best time to spend with the family watching T.V. Even if Gavin hated seeing his family in their underwear. "Put on a robe guys!"
With the boys bigger, Sun Li was able to work on her paintings. She loved to see them in the halls of the house.
School consumed a lot of the boys' day. When they weren't in class, Gavin enjoyed observing the evil astronomical happenings. He was watched documentaries on aliens, and whoever thinks sims are the only beings that exist are wrong. Way wrong.
Graham debated reading the book. It weighed him day after day. He was scared of what he may find. But finally, he sat down to read it. Once he started reading, he couldn't put the book down. He read about the phenomenon known as weather. Weather accompanied something known as seasons. On paper, it looked unrealistic, but he had experienced rain and wind. Maybe it was all coincidence.
After reading the book he was scared again. There was this thing called hail, and he was pretty sure that mean the sky was falling. He had to get out. The island was making him crazy. The book was making him crazy. He was making himself crazy! He wanted to leave the island. He would swim. He would swim all the way back to Al Simhara. He would approach the Weather Stone and make him take it all back. Then he wouldn't be cursed anymore.
He swam until his heart beat in his chest. It was impossible. Graham went home and cried. He cried it all away.
It was hard sometimes on the island to get away from your family. So Graham retreated to his room where he could be alone. But it didn't last for long because Gavin sought him out. "Hey bro, what's wrong?" Gavin said, plopping down on Graham's bed. Tears welled in Graham's eyes. And without any more questions, all of Graham's insecurities came out. When he finished, Gavin laughed softly at his brother's naiveness. They were a lot a like. Gavin hated water himself. Graham's irrational fear was the unknown. "Graham, it's okay to have fears, but don't let it rule your life. And you aren't cursed silly," Gavin said, softly punching his brother's shoulder. Graham smiled. "Now come upstairs, mom finished your cake."
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