Me: Oh, I Need To Remember To Do Something At Work Tomorrow. I'll Send Myself An Email.

Me: Oh, I need to remember to do something at work tomorrow. I'll send myself an email.

::work phone dings::

Me: Who the heck is emailing me this late?

Me: ...

Me: Oh yeah.

Unexpected Visitor

Info - unexpected visit, child running away from home, anxiety, single mother, scary moment

I was dozing on the couch watching an old rerun of Seinfeld when I heard the knock. I jerked myself awake. I almost thought I’d dreamt it when another one came. The sound was not urgent or even demanding, it seemed more gentle.

I looked out the peep hole and saw no one. I tentatively opened the door. There was nothing about until I heard a loud thunk. A small girl jumped out in front of me.

She was missing two teeth and her smile was wide. I was utterly flabbergasted as she beamed up at me. She was looking up with her huge brown eyes and I nearly melted.

“Who-who are you?” I asked.

“Lily,” she said plainly. “What’s your name?”

“T-Timothée,” I said without even really thinking.

“Nice name,” she replied. She was peeking around the corner into my apartment.

“Do you have fruit loops?” She asked with a quizzical cock of her head.

“Um, yeah,” I mumbled, still completely baffled by her appearance.

She pushed past me at the affirmative message and began to look through the cabinets. As if I’d known this girl all her life I jumped into care taking mode. I was grabbing a bowl and milk and a spoon. Soon she was seated at the table with her snack. She was smacking her lips happily.

“Why are you…” I tried to start my questioning but I didn’t want her running off. She was in safer hands here than just anywhere. She was clearly well cared for physically, and someone was likely looking for her.

“What are you doing?” Was the question I finally landed on.

“Runnin away from ome,” she slurred through the sugary milk.

“Why?”

“Don’t like kindergarten,” she replied.

“I see,” I said solemnly.

“There’s so many rules. I wanna go on an adventure like in the books my mama reads me,” she told me.

“Sounds like your mom is nice. Why would you want to leave her?” I asked.

“Hmmmm,” she tapped the spoon to her chin.

“She said no cereal for dinner. My teacher in pre K said one day we can send a letter when we learn to write. Maybe I will write her one.”

I smiled at the precocious child. She seemed too smart for her own good. I tentatively stretched out my foot to the Frozen book bag she’d tossed on the floor.

“Why did you pick me?” I asked her as a distraction. I didn’t want her to see me pulling the bag close to me. I figure there may be an address or phone number inside,

“You look like a prince, from a fairytale!”

“That’s very kind,” I said with an amused smile. I did see a number in the bag. I refrained from calling but instead texted the number. To be extra cautious I recorded a voice note of Lily subtly. I had no idea what Lily’a guardian felt about the police. I didn’t know if they’d want them involved.

I heard wild pounding in the complex. I stared at the ceiling with a curious air. Lily seemed unaffected. She was doing a little dance to herself as she ate.

“Who is your favourite princess?” She asked before a woman burst into my apartment. Her hair was wild, her face tear stained, and she looked more distressed than I’d ever seen another human look.

“Lily,” she nearly wailed. She ran to the small girl and scooped her up. She held her against her chest and almost sounded like she was praying as she mumbled under her breath.

“Thank you,” she said to me, eyes watering profusely.

“She just slipped out the door, I knew she couldn’t have gotten far but I was terrified,” she sobbed.

“It’s all okay, she just knocked on my door and said she wanted some cereal. Oh, she also told me she was running away because she doesn’t like Kindergarten,” I recited to her mother.

“Snitch!” Lily said, pointing a finger accusingly at me.

“It’s good he told me. You know you can’t leave home alone,” her mother said sternly.

“I’m y/n, and I can’t thank you enough,” y/n said, thrusting out a hand. I shook it and let the side of my mouth lift at the reunion of mother and daughter.

“I’m Timothée, and I was happy to help,” I said with a full smile now.

“You’re an angel. Thank you again,” she said weepily.

“It’s seriously no problem,” I chuckled.

“Mama, I’m sleepy,” Lily yawned.

“Well you had a big adventure,” y/n said with a small smile. She wasn’t yet ready for the seriousness of the moment to drop. She picked up her child’s book bag.

As they were going out the door, Lily peeked over her mother’s shoulder. She waved sleepily and blew me a kiss. I laughed at the ridiculousness, but caught it to satisfy her. I put it in my pocket as she smiled wearily and closed her tired eyes.

What an unexpected visitor.

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“I arrived there [to the commercial shoot] and it was just so surreal. He was great, he was really something special. I remember him from ‘Homeland.’ I wrote his name down [while watching]. He’s so talented.”

-Winona Ryder talking about Timothée Chalamet

YouTube credit to Josh Horowitz

Never mind me just thinking of how Luke and Leia knew eachother for a few years before discovering they were twins, which means they must’ve had birthdays together before knowing they were twins.

I’m just imagining their 20th birthday, first birthday without their families, first birthday without their homes. The twins are both grieving hard. But Empire Day is coming up and the rest of the galaxy is going to celebrate what killed their adoptive parents. It sucks.

Then they find each other moping around. Luke asks what’s wrong. Leia explains it’s her birthday. Luke tells her it’s his birthday too.

…and suddenly everything feels right. Neither of them can explain it, but they both *know* they’re supposed to be together on this day. They know that it should’ve been like this their whole lives. Something that was missing clicks into place.

They are eachother’s new home.

Star Wars #33 - "Rebels in the Wild" (2017)

written by Jason Aaron art by Salvador Larroca & Edgar Delgado