Did it belong to my mom or dad? No that can’t be the case. 

It seems older and the person said they’d be born centuries apart. 

It’s honestly amazing that an old book like this lasted that long. 

Humming, I pushed myself to my feet, picking up the book. Pressing it shut, I stuck it back onto the shelf it originated from, being careful not to damage the old fabric that was keeping it together. 

Lydia folded up her letter and placed it inside an envelope, storing it inside one of the locked drawers. “Come on,” she muttered after pushing the key in her pocket. 

“Can I get another cookie afterwards?” She shook her head letting me walk ahead of her as she turned the lights off, “no, it’s too late for cookies and you were supposed to be asleep hours ago.” 

Who’s fault is that? Certainly not mine. 

“Don’t make that face, you look like your father,” is that a compliment? It didn’t sound like it. “Is he ugly?” I decided to ask and she nodded, “sometimes.” 

Dang she didn’t even hesitate– “I’m telling him you said that.” 

She chuckled, scooping me up in her arms as she headed down the hall. I glanced behind me, seeing a small glow come from the room we just left and frowned, resting my head on Lydia’s shoulder. 

That’s weird. 

“May the divine assistance remain always with you… ninth one.”