We only got part way down the entrance before I was confronted by my other two older cousins: Cyril and Cyrilla. “It looks like you're finally back, Aello,” Cyrilla gave a heartwarming smile.
“It's great to be back, Cyrilla, Cyril,” I gave a smile.
They were both twins part of the Department of Magic Security Police or DMSP. They're an amazing pair of fire wizards who were both 17 years old. They both had blonde hair, green eyes, and tan skin. They both wore white shorts, except one was short shorts and the other basketball shorts, and had on matching blue t-shirts.
“Come on, I'm sure your brothers would like to see you,” Cyril took the duffel bag off of me and dropped it next to the staircase.
We all grabbed our shoes and raced to the the end of the hallway before putting them on and going through the glass sliding door, all of us tripping over ourselves. We made a big enough scene to draw my three brother's attention. “What's with all the hurry?” My oldest brother, Timothy came over.
“Aello's back!” They announced, making the announcement sounding weird as it was said over one another.
“Hey, big brother,” I gave a smile and a small wave.
Timothy, a bookworm who has a large library in the basement and worked at the local library over the weekends, was 17 years old. He had short black hair with green eyes, and wore a pair of glasses. He wore a black t-shirt and white basketball shorts.
He pulled me into a tight hug. “I was worried about you! You went two years without saying a single word to tell us you were okay,” Timothy lectured.
“Sorry, if I do go out again, then I'll try to send letters,” I reassured him.
“Big Bwozer, who is she?” I looked over to see my next oldest brother and third oldest sibling, Izak, holding the youngest sibling of my family, Tris.
Izak was adopted by my parents at a young age as he was abandoned on the street. He was a 16 year old man who was really good with kids. His hair was a dark brown color with slight curls and brown eyes. He was wearing a dark brown polo shirt and light brown shorts with pockets.
“Tris, you might not remember her, but she's your older sister, Aello,” Izak informed him.
Tris kind of shrunk into Izak, as if he didn't me. “See, you were gone for long enough that Tris doesn't trust you much, Aello,” Izak teased me.
“I'm sorry,” I gave an embarrassed grin.
Tris was only 3 years old and loved to play all kinds of games: indoors and outdoors. His hair was more brown, but you could see some blonde in it and his eyes were also blue. He wore a dark blue t-shirt and a pair of black shorts.
Tris seemed like he was hooked on to Izak. “I'm sorry, Tris. I've been gone for two years, but I'll promise to make it up to you,” I gave a promise to Tris as I knew I owed him two years of not being there for him.
Tris gave me a stare, still unable to trust me. “Come on, your sisters are currently studying for another year of school downstairs,” Timothy brought us in.
We took off our shoes, placed them on the racks next to the front door and made for down the stairs, single-file. We entered the library and we overlooked the library from the top. “Will you guys be quiet? We're trying to study!” There was a girl that came over and looked up at them, only for her eyes to land on me.
“Little sis!” She gave a wide smile.
“Cecily!” I raced down the last bit of stairs and we embraced.
“Geez, as beautiful as ever,” Cecily smiled.
Cecily was 16 years old and continued to go to schools. She was going to different universities around town that specialized in the medical field. She had light brown hair that went down to her butt, green eyes, and a pair of glasses. She always wore a skirt that brushed the floor and currently wearing a white tank top.
“I wouldn't agree with that,” I gave an embarrassed smile.
“Sister Aello is back?” I looked to my left to see my younger sister, Kara, was walking over.
“Kara!” I gave a wide grin.
Kara was 13 years old and was determined to follow her sister's footsteps of becoming a doctor in the medical field. She had long black hair, green eyes, and glasses. She wore a pair of white capris and a blue blouse.
“Geez, you still seem like an exact copy of dad,” Kara commented with a small smile.
I was only 15 years old, had long blonde hair, a pair of green eyes, freckles across my face, and pale skin. Out of all my siblings, I was the only one that looked the most like my father.
I gave a small smile at the comment. “Geez, not a word from you in two years and you're actually still alive,” Cecily commented.
“Sorry about that,” I gave an apology.
“That doesn't matter, as long as your still alive,” Kara reassured her.
“Come on, Mom still doesn't know you're home yet,” Izak tells me.
I take a deep breath and climb the stairs, making my way to the kitchen, peeking inside it. I see my mom is looking at a cookbook in the kitchen. “What are you cooking now, mom?” I asked as I take my first few steps.
My mom's name is Orelie. She's an amazing cook who couldn't be replaced. She had light brown hair, blue eyes, and had glasses. She wore a black tank top and light blue jean that went up to her knees.
She stared at me. It seemed a mix of emotions went through before she rushed over to me, pulling me into a tight hug and cried. “Darling, I'm so glad you're back home,” She cried out, a smile on her face, but tears ran down her face.
“Mom, it's okay. I'm home now. I'll be here to help out for a bit,” I reassured her, rubbing her back.
“Geez, Mom, you missed her too much,” My brothers, sisters, and cousins walked into the kitchen.
After my mom finished crying she announced, “Alright, tonight we're going to have a big feast!”
“We'll all pitch into help!” We cheered as work immediately began.