All men dream,
but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds,
wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are
dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them
possible.
-T. E. Lawrence
-T. E. Lawrence
“Nothing at all?” Even at this eleventh
hour, Helen was still trying her very hardest to convince Phedra to stay.
Convince her to have a birthday party. Convince her of anything.
“Nothing at all,” Phedra parroted
her mother’s words. “I already have other plans.”
“That don’t include your family.”
“They include family.”
“Just not all of your family,” said Helen. “You know we’re all going to miss you. Not just a few of
us.”
Phedra hung her head, but didn’t
back down. It was the day of Phedra’s age-up, and she had taken a berth on a
ship leaving the docks that very evening. Helen
wanted to throw Phedra a big birthday party as a farewell. Phedra had other plans for how she
wanted to age-up.
Sighing loudly, Helen wrapped her
arms around herself, looking around the girls room. It had been a while since she had
really been in it or the boys room. All the pictures of Cyrus were in these
rooms and the wounds were still a little too tender to make seeing them easy.
“Not all my family is here anyway,” whispered Phedra almost hoping her
mother wouldn’t hear her.
“If you’re referring to your
biological father,” Helen’s tone was needle sharp. “We can always give him a
call and get him to come over, your other
siblings and their mothers, too.”
Taking in a quick breath, Phedra
straightened up, throwing her shoulders back, ready to do battle. Normally
Helen and Phedra’s relationship was easy. Since she had officially announced
that she had a boat passage to some outlandish city where she would then take
flying lessons for 6 weeks, before flying to some other outlandish city to take
language lessons and prepare to live amongst a tribe of Bush-Sims to teach the
children how to speak, read and write Simlish Phedra and Helen had been at
loggerheads. Phedra was ready to go. Helen was determined that she was not.
“And if you’re referring to Cyrus,”
Helen raised her voice to be heard over Phedra. “If Cyrus had cared he wouldn’t
have left in the first place.”
Unable to look at her mother and
confirm that she had indeed been referring to Cyrus, Phedra folded her arms
looking away. Before Layla, Cyrus was the one she was closest to. Not that she
wasn’t close with Helen, but sibling relationships are different. Losing Cyrus
had been like losing a limb. Though she had finally learned to function without
him, she missed him. And sometimes, she still ached thinking that she might
have been part of the problem. But it was in the past. And the past had no more
hold over her.
The silence stretched. Helen
watching Phedra’s face hoping to read some of what was going through her head.
Finally getting an idea, Helen broke
into Phedra’s thoughts.
“What about Layla? I know she’s
saying she okay with your departure, but really. You’re her reason for even
going to school. You’re the friend Galen used to be for her, before he had
Arden. You’re her anchor to a world with other sims in it.”
The gentle reminder of a sister who
had pulled her from a very dark place hurt Phedra. But Layla had always known
that she was leaving one day. And Phedra couldn’t shield her forever.
“Layla will learn to live her life
without me,” Phedra was able to respond with confidence. “I am nobody’s
crutch.”
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“Mom came and tried to talk me out
of going again.”
It was a warm fall day, perfect for
being outside. And in honor of her age up day Phedra had decided that the two
girls would spend the entire day outside until it was time for her to actually
age.
“You sound like you didn’t think
she’d do it,” Layla was a little bored. Normally when she was outside she was
moving. Sitting still on the little island watching a boat filled with student
pilots guide it in lazy and irregular circles made her chafe. She should be doing something, not watching someone
else do something.
Laying down on the grass, watching
the clouds float by Phedra sighed. She knew just how restless Layla was. In
fact, she was most likely the only one who knew just how restless. For a while,
she worried that Layla would end up doing something she’d regret. She held it
all in, kept herself cool. But she hid a fire inside that was one day going to
burst forth, burning everyone in its path.
“Laydee,” Phedra sighed. “Laydee I’m
always surprised when people I know, and who supposedly know me very well, act
like they didn’t see something coming that was glaringly obvious.”
“See that boat?” Phedra continued,
peering at the boat. “I know that boat is going to turn portside and not
starboard. Why? Because that’s all it has done since we’ve been here.”
Layla went ahead and made herself
more comfy. Layla could go on for a while once she got wound up. And she looked
very wound up.
Flipping over to better see the
boat, Phedra didn’t lose her thread for an instant. “I’ve looked through the
book mom kept of our sayings, first words, first steps. I know that I’ve talked
about taking a rocket, or an airplane, and travelling the world since I was tiny. Why should she be surprised that I
didn’t change my mind?”
There was no response. Layla’s mind
had been full of her boy problem since Anthony had kissed her several days ago.
Phedra had been right that someone would get hurt. But-but…but. And in the end Layla tuned Phedra out to reason with herself
on her own behavior. She’d heard this argument before. Many many times before.
“I’ve always known I wanted to travel the world,” Phedra did indeed
continue. “I’m not staying here just because Cyrus ran off and left us to
wonder ‘what if?’ I’m ready to chart my own course, to go out and live my life
my way. I’m going to see so much that mom never did. I’m going to help people.
I’m going to do things that most of the folks around here only see on tv. In
short, I’m going to go and live. Why
can’t she just be happy that I want to be happy?”
There was no answer from her sister.
And so the two sat and watched the boats progress. Each wondering how to solve
their own problems and assuage the guilt they felt.
Each sighed countless times, wrapped
in herself and letting the silence go unbroken.
Finally, Layla changed her position
and Phedra felt that maybe Layla was finally going to be able to say something
she’d obviously been gathering her courage for.
“Please, stay,” Layla said softly,
bowing her head. “For me.”
“Layla,” Phedra felt like she was
stabbing her own heart. “Layla, it’s time for you to be comfortable with who you
are. It’s time for you to learn how to stand on your own two feet. It’s time
for me to go.” And Phedra stood up.
Seeing Phedra rise, Layla got up off
of the ground too.
“Quit that,” sounding a lot like
Helen, Phedra was annoyed at Layla’s hangdog look. “You knew my answer a long
time ago. If you want to travel someday, travel for you. But you need to learn how to live your own life.”
She knew that Layla wasn’t going to
answer, but she paused anyway allowing room for one just in case.
“Come on,” sighed Phedra. “Let’s go.
You said you’d found the spot?”
Still not raising her head, Layla
nodded soundlessly.
“Then lead the way.”
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“I love this view,” admitted Layla,
a little shyly.
A few days ago Phedra had approached
her sister asking her to find the very best view of the sunset in the city. It
had taken Layla a lot of walking, but she had finally settled on this
particular hill.
“Are you sure the sun is going to
set over there?”
“Yes.”
“Really? ‘Cause I think we’re turned
wrong.”
“Look at your shadow, you goob.”
“I can’t see my shadow,” Phedra was
a little exasperated. She had this planned to the moment. It had to be perfect!
Layla rolled her eyes.
“I have no idea how you are planning
to travel the world when you don’t know how to use your own shadow. It’s behind
you. And it’s behind you because the sun is going to set in front of you.”
Finally, Layla turned a little,
actually looking at Fay. She giggled.
“What?” Phedra asked, still staring
hard at the distant mountains.
“Well,” Layla couldn’t keep the
smile out of her tone. “Well, you are
turned the wrong way. You’re looking at the fall festival lights.”
“Yeah, yeah. I meant to do that-to
look at those.”
Layla just nodded, a knowing look on
her face.
Standing there a moment, Phedra
finally turned to Layla.
“Right then, I’ve seen them now.
Where do I look Laydee?”
“At the twin mountain peaks in the
distance over here. It sets where they split.”
“Then let’s make sure I’m facing
that way. Is it getting close now?”
“In a little while. You really need
a compass and a watch if you’re going to travel without knowing how to use
what’s around you.”
“That’s for the wilderness. I’ll be
around other people who will know that stuff for me.”
“You’re in for real surprise, Fay.”
“Actually, you’re in for one.”
“Really?”
“Yup. I’ll tell you when it’s almost
sunset.”
“Is it almost time yet?” Layla had
been waiting, making idle chat with Phedra for long enough. The sun was
starting to set. Surely it was almost time.
Suddenly nervous. Phedra dug the toe
of her boot into the grass, making a little green stain on the suede. “Yeah.”
She took a deep breath, looking up
and around her. Throwing her shoulders back she suddenly looked very different.
“Over there,” Fay pointed to a spot
slightly behind her. “Go and stand over there. And listen to me this time. I think I’ve finally learned something and
you need to learn it too.”
Curious, Layla moved to the spot Fay
had indicated.
On tiptoe, Phedra threw her head
back, arms open, rejoicing in the suns fading rays.
“I’ve learned that being comfortable
with who you are is more important than anything else. That you can’t hide from
yourself. You can’t hide from others. You can’t hide behind stronger people, or
with weak people at your side.”
“You know people driving by are
going to think you are nuts,” Layla threw at her.
“Let them,” Phedra’s voice was calm
and quiet. “I don’t care. I just don’t care anymore what others might think. It
isn’t worth it. What you think about yourself is all that matters. Having the
confidence to be you is worth more than any friend, and is stronger than any
enemy. It can crumble mountains. It can dry up oceans. It can cut through
diamonds, and it can be crushed like the most fragile flower. But only if you
let others chip away at your confidence.”
“I’m tired of all these layers, and
this hair style I use to hide behind,” Phedra raised her arms as though she
were going to take off into the sunset. “I’m tired of caring that others may
not think I’m pretty enough. I’m tired of trying to be better than everyone
else just to make myself feel better. I’m tired of people telling me I can’t do
what I want to do. And so now, I’m going to do it. I’m going to revel in just
being me. And, Layla?”
Bowing her head, knowing she was
guilty of so much of that, Layla closed her eyes tight, letting Phedra’s words
wash around in her mind. What was there to be confident about when everyone
else thought she was supposed to act another way? These words might work for
Phedra, who was about to fulfill her dream of flying away, but it couldn’t ever
work for Layla. Everyone else had it all planned out for her.
“Layla, it’s okay for you to be you.
It’s okay for you to be different than what Galen wants, or what the kids at
school want. With just a little confidence, you can be free.”
A gentle wind ruffled Layla’s hair
as she stood there, humbled by Phedra’s sudden attitude toward life.
“I am free.” Phedra said firmly,
finishing her swan song.
The wind intensified for a moment,
just a tiny gust, and was replaced by the calm of twilight.
“And I am now ready to move forward,
unencumbered, unburdened, unbound.”
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“Laydee?”
Layla had raised her head, opening
her eyes to see an entirely different creature in front of her. Her breath
caught, jaw dropping, there was nothing she could say.
Phedra, finally concerned at her
sister’s silence, turned.
“What’s wrong?” Phedra asked,
turning.
Shaking her head, Layla responded,
“Nothing at all. It’s… It’s just-just you.”
Phedra surveyed herself for a
moment. Looking over her torso, arms and legs. With her hands, she patted her
hair, smiling to herself the entire time.
At last, she looked up at her little
Laydee with a bright smile and gave her two thumbs up.
“See? Confidence!”
Turning her eyes from the dazzling
vision in front of her, Layla felt tears prick her eyes.
Shoulders drooping, Phedra strode
quickly to stand in front of Layla.
“Laydee?”
Layla nodded.
“It’s still me.”
Again, Layla nodded without
answering verbally.
“Look at me, please.”
Forcing a bright smile, Layla looked
up at Phedra.
“There’s the confidence I want you
to have,” said Phedra softly. “Really. You’re going to have to start standing
up for yourself and what you want. Quit letting people walk all over you.
You’re too kind to be broken so early.”
Layla nodded again. “Yeah, I have a
question,” she spoke.
“Ask away Laydee,” Phedra grinned.
“There’s no need to be afraid of me just ‘cause I’m a little bit older.”
“Take me with you,” Layla pled
again.
Phedra looked at Layla sadly. Her
words had bounced right off hadn’t they? The message hadn’t gotten through.
She’d so hoped that she could help her baby sister before she left, to help her
gain a firmer footing. But the time for her help was over, and her boat was already
in the docks ready to sail at any moment.
“No,” shaking her head. “No, Layla.
It’s time for you to use your own wings. I can’t help you fly anymore.”
A sudden blast in the distance made
both of the girls jump.
“That’s the boat,” gasped Phedra.
“Quick!”
She pulled Layla into a brief hug
that would have to last for a very long time.
“If I find Cyrus, I’ll send him to
you first,” she whispered.
Layla nodded against her shoulder.
Phedra was going to use her down time between flying and language lessons to try
to track down their half-brother. Helen had no idea, and never would.
Standing at the apex, Layla watched
her sister run down the hill and hail a cab. She stood and watched until the
night sky swallowed all but the twinkling lights of the little town. And
suddenly, she felt alone.
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I really wanted Phedra to go out in a special
way. Her character is so big that I
just couldn’t do the cheesy poses and sparkles and traditional cake. Besides,
Phedra hates tradition. Phedra breaks molds. That’s her MO.
Also, I know that the sunset pics don’t quite
line up, but it took me an entire DAY to get that just right so just shift the
sun down about half a degree in your imagination in her second sunset swan pic.
Last thing, there is a better pic of Phedra as a YA under the Generational Goals tab at the top.
Last thing, there is a better pic of Phedra as a YA under the Generational Goals tab at the top.
