Glory, on Brothers

Dearest Diary,

Today, Mom and Dad and Dad all went out to do something or other. Probably something boring, which is why I elected not to go. Instead, I shall spend the day with my dear older brother(?) Vampire. Or Vamp. I’m not entirely sure if Vamp is short for Vampire or if he is secretly some sort of honeypot*. Regardless, today was the first day he spent willingly in my presence for more than a few hours. 

I will admit only to you, Diary, that I am excited to spend time with it. Vamp oft finds himself out there in the great wide world, with little time for a child such as myself. Today, however, I have grand plans! We shall play princesses and I, of course, shall play the titular role (The glorious Princess Glory), and I will request that Vamp play the wretched beast, Pire the Dragon of the Overthere! It shall be an excellent day. I hope.

With overwhelming excitement, 

Morning Glory . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

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Dearest Diary,

Terrible news. His door was locked and I could not awake him as I do our parents (this being, of course, jumping upon their chest until they wake up). I have little else to do but eagerly await its presence. Until then, I have decided to decorate my door with the sticker pack Mom gave me yesterday. 

With great anticipation,

Morning Glory ⋆˙⟡

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Dearest Diary, my best and only friend,

Vamp is just as wretched as Pire! He has disgraced my gifted name with a crude nickname! No, I am not EmJee or Milligram or whatever else his thoughtless mind has dug up with futile drudgery! 

For all my plans before this fateful breakfast, I had not expected this brother of mine to be so ruthless in his bickering. How cruel! How! I don’t know! I fear it does not even know my upcoming birthday is so soon, for he panicked upon my asking of upcoming plans. For shame! 

Glory

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Dearest Diary, closest confidant and trusted companion,

Perhaps I was too hasty in my outrage. Regardless of temporary strife, breakfast was pleasant. He made me breakfast and played with me despite barely hidden disinterest. I would like to think I perhaps had fun today. I hope he did too. And we can play again someday!

With love,

⋆˙⟡ ⋆. Morning Glory ˚ ⊹₊⟡ ⋆

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A soft paw pulled the small notebook out from a box of precious items and memories. It was emblazoned with stickers and colors, decorated carefully by the hands of a child. It was her diary, Glory realized, from the first few years after she was adopted. Dad gifted it to her, to help her figure out her emotions and.. something. 

Dad, who was now.. 

The diary was stuffed to the brim with writing, tickets, photos, and the odd pressed plant here and there.

She thumbed through the pages, snickering at the language- even as a child, she was archaic in her speaking, inspired by the fantasies of old. She stopped on a page marked by harsh writing and a heavy hand.

It was a childish argument, truly, but one she remembered fondly. 

Glory closed the diary and tucked it carefully into her bag.

Tomorrow, she’d be leaving to find him. To find Vamp.

Her dads will couldn’t be read without him, after all.

*Vamp was a slang term, originating from the word “vampire” to describe a femme fatale / dangerous & seductive type character. Does Glory know what shes saying? Not really. But she’s very confident if nothing else.