Violet's awakening

I was sat in the conservatory enjoying my second cup of tea of the day, when i heard Laura pulling into the lane, there was no mistaking the sound of the old beetle’s roar. Heaven knows why she refused to get a newer model or even a newer car, it wasn't like we were in need of money.

We had come along way since the kids home we both found ourselves in as toddlers, well Laura as a toddler me from birth, i know what your thinking baby’s get snapped up, not when they are born with violet eyes and deep purple hair they aren’t, seems you get classed as unholy then. Laura came to the home for the first time when she was three because her mother was a drug addict and had a short stay in prison, then again when she was four because her mother was ordered to rehab and then permanently when she was six because her mother overdosed and her father was in the army and deployed.

I was pulled from those thoughts when she came bouncing through the door like a mini tornado, she was always so full of life the complete opposite to me, we soon became sister maybe not by blood but from necessity, and love group homes can be a kind of hell on earth.

She plonked herself next to me on the sofa, wrapping me up in her arms “happy birthday sis” she said kissing me on the cheek.

I smiled at her “i thought we agreed not to make a big thing of it this year” i said to her making her scrunch up her nose in disgust.

“you’ll stick like that when the wind changes” i told her smiling she tapped me on my shoulder “you’ve been saying that to me since we were kids, it still hasn’t happened” she return.

“teas in the pot if you want one” i said, she smiled jumped up and went into the kitchen leaving a gift bag on the table.

“can i take some of these muffins home?” she shouted from the kitchen

“of course” i replied

“but don’t you have a chef living with you?” i asked

“yeah, but his cakes and things aren’t as good as your” she answered me, i shook my head at her as she walked back into the conservatory to join me back in the sofa. She pulled her legs up under her body getting comfortable before handing me the gift bag.

“you didn’t have too” i said

“i know, but i wanted too, you’re my sister and it’s your birthday” she replied softly. I took the bag and opened it, i pulled out one wrapped gift opening it carefully to find a really lovely grey dress, it was going to be figure hugging something i tended not to buy myself because i was no stick thin Barbie doll, i had curves something i was very self conscious of, it was gathered at one side at the hip with a huge split up said side.

I looked at her in disbelief “i can’t wear this” i said in shock

“why?” she asked me smiling, i was incredulous at her remark she knew why, she sighed at me “you’re beautiful Violet, plus it covers everything you need it too, with stockings and high leg boots it will look amazing on you” there was nothing in her voice just fact, i was always amazed at how she saw me, because it was nothing like i saw myself. I smiled at her but then the realisation struck me, she only ever bought me clothes when she wanted us to go out somewhere.