Pairing/Characters: Amita; mention of her grandmother, her parents, Prita, and Prita's sister.
Prompt: #078: Sister.
Summary: During Harvest, Amita’s thoughts regarding why she’s coming back to help.
Word Count: 301.
Notes: Yes, the numbers really did come from India. You’ll notice not all clocks go I, II, III, IV, V… :)
Disclaimer: I own none of them.
I’m an only child. My parents’ one and only.
They poured out all their love to me…but I would’ve loved to have a sister. I know that now. (I knew it before, on an intellectual level, growing up, listening to my friends and other kids talk about their sisters and brothers. But now, listening to her talk about Prita, I can feel what it would’ve been like. And I miss something I’ve never had.)
I never had a sister. But if I did, and she was in the same strait as Pita, I’d be doing everything possible, calling every favor and promising to do everyone’s homework for a year…to make sure she’s safe. And if I was in Prita’s shoes, I know my sister would do the same for me.
Prita’s sister wants to, I can see it in her eyes…but she doesn’t know anyone, can’t call for help, can’t promise anything. Even outside this prison, she couldn’t.
So yeah, I want to help. No, that’s not true. I don’t just want to help, I need to help.
So long as the box remains closed, the cat can be considered alive, dead, or both at once –(Dr. Kepler said he’d explain how if I grabbed a coffee with him between classes)- but once opened, the cat’s state is permanent. Can’t be undone or fixed. Okay, that was a bad pun.
Once an object enters a gravity well, starts falling, it can’t reverse course, can’t run home.
I never knew India, beyond what I saw in my grandma and what she told me. I didn’t listen enough then – that was a mistake.
I know a few words, and I know my numbers (1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9)
By helping her find her sister – by helping the both of them – I’m getting closer to India.