Melia was slowly chewing her piece of the chocolate cake with toffee filling and hazelnut crunch crust – that she prepared herself – and wondering. So I’ve inherited the legacy. This moment is supposed to be an important milestone. Should I feel different? Has anything changed?
She looked around. Her younger siblings haven’t changed a bit, that’s for sure. They were laughing, chattering, brabbling, monkeying around, singing and laughing again. Those were their usual activities.
The only difference was the style. Everyone was dressed up for the party. But not everyone liked it.
Camilla: “I hate tight, glittery white pants! Why do I have to wear these clown clothes? Are we royalty or what?”
“Well, Mommy was saying something about a castle and evil ste-…” Evander had something on his mind, but Camilla’s dissaproving scowl made him shut up.
Dory, on the other hand, was in love with her party clothes. Especially those blue gum-boots.
Her only older sibling, Castor, hasn’t changed because of her YA birthday at all. (He hasn’t even changed on his own.) He was a father of two now, but he was still acting like that little boy in a pink sweater that he used to be ages ago.
And her parents…no, nothing. No signs of change detected. Dad was still a dork, walking around in his llamacorn mascot costume when he wasn’t working, just like he used to before.
Mom was her usual self, too: dreadfully optimistic, painfully loving and loyal, annoyingly perfect in every way.
Even their romance stayed the same. They were spending their days gushing over each other and secretly making out when no one was around – or when they thought no one was around. Not even the hideous mascot costume could stop Eira’s displays of affection.
‘If it’s not them, maybe it’s me!’ Melia thought to herself and she decided to stay very observant for a few days, to find out if any changes happened.
Here are her observations:
Firstly, Melia noticed that she was the chef of the family. But that was nothing new; she was cooking for their relatives since she got the Foodie trait. It was quite understandable – no one else can cook like a Foodie. She has spoiled them with her talent and they refused to eat anything else.
Secondly, she learned that she was probably the only person in the house to care about cleanliness. Neither that was new – she was helping with chores as soon as she know how to walk. The only difference was the mess – it was getting bigger.
Thirdly, there was the garden. It was Melia’s responsibility to take care of it. But again, she was taking care of it for a long time now, mostly because it used to be her reason to run away from the family chaos, her quiet oasis of piece and serenity. Well, that changed a bit.
Millie might be looking like like she’s plotting to strangle her sister in her sleep (gotta love their expressions, right?), but she agreed. And they had tons of fun – they are both aspiring whiz kids, so maybe that’s why. Although the chess they played was a little unconventional.
Melia sighed. Everything was just the same around here. She concluded that birthday alone didn’t change a thing. But wait! Maybe it’s not the act of growing up that changes things. Maybe it’s her who has to do it! Of course! She’s the heir, after all. It’s her responsibility to change the legacy for the better, isn’t it?
She already knew what is the best way to help the legacy – she’s gonna help with royalties. Or what about a house renovation? All their stuff is so cheap and easy to break! This family deserves better and Mel is ready to work on that.