The way all of these memories were racing around my mind, I felt obliged to add the song Do Remember The Time por Michael Jackson to it and subir it to tu Tube. imágenes of Seto, Mokuba, Pegasus, Gozaburro and four distant figures along with my dad flashed before me. “Emma,” I heard a voice so faint call me and I could not reply for some reason.
“Merry Christmas, Kyra!” Mokuba said. Who is this Kyra person? I saw a young girl that looked like I did when I was seven. “Merry Christmas, Mokie! Where’s Seto?” dicho the girl I believed to be my younger self. “Oh, he’s in his room.” As Mokuba and mini me headed toward the direction of Seto’s room the scene changed.
It looked like the same día but there were a bunch of kids around the navidad tree. At that moment, I remembered everything, not just on that día but at that orphanage as well. Seto was sulking against the door so I went over to see what was the matter with him. “I’m fine.” He dicho and turned the other way. I really was worried about him and wanted to tell him something. I wanted to tell him that I loved him, although my idea of amor was different back then. I thought amor was if tu had a best friend that was a guy and tu made each other happy that that was love. I still believe that’s mostly true added with what I’ve learned on the subject. I couldn’t find the words to tell him so I looked around and when I looked up, I was dado an excuse. It just happened that Seto and I were standing under some mistletoe. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek like I saw in cine and he blushed when he looked at me. I was blushing when I said, “I-I amor you.” It was just like what happened last night. “I amor you, too.” He dicho and took off one of the two necklaces he had on and gave it to me. “It belonged to my mother. I-I want tu to have it.” “It’s so pretty…” I said. It really was beautiful. It was made with black rope and had a diamond at the end. He helped me put it on. I just remembered that that was the same collar I still wear today. Seto returned the peck on my cheek and the scene changed again.
It was still the same día since none of the presents were open yet. I was talking to Seto on the sofá but my memory was aimed at a different conversation. “Thank you, sir. And merry Christmas.” dicho a woman that looked like the owner of the orphanage. “Kyra, dear. Come and meet your new father.” Seto and I exchanged confused looks and walked over to the woman. I looked at the man who left for two weeks but ended up being two months and counting. Not that I’m the one doing the counting. “What a lovely young lady.” He said. “I think I’ll call tu Emma.” I realized that my name was never Emma. That was dado to me; my name was Kyra. Kyra Taka. There was something strange about that man; other than the fact that he had uncannily pointed ears. It may be a cliché, but he was giving of strange vibes.
I was outside saying my goodbyes and giving hugs. When I got in the back of the man’s limo, I turned back and saw Mokuba and Seto crying. Another fast forward. “You are never to speak to those friends of yours o go back to that country ever again.” The man dicho on the plane. That was where my reminiscences ended and I was conscious again.
“Merry Christmas, Kyra!” Mokuba said. Who is this Kyra person? I saw a young girl that looked like I did when I was seven. “Merry Christmas, Mokie! Where’s Seto?” dicho the girl I believed to be my younger self. “Oh, he’s in his room.” As Mokuba and mini me headed toward the direction of Seto’s room the scene changed.
It looked like the same día but there were a bunch of kids around the navidad tree. At that moment, I remembered everything, not just on that día but at that orphanage as well. Seto was sulking against the door so I went over to see what was the matter with him. “I’m fine.” He dicho and turned the other way. I really was worried about him and wanted to tell him something. I wanted to tell him that I loved him, although my idea of amor was different back then. I thought amor was if tu had a best friend that was a guy and tu made each other happy that that was love. I still believe that’s mostly true added with what I’ve learned on the subject. I couldn’t find the words to tell him so I looked around and when I looked up, I was dado an excuse. It just happened that Seto and I were standing under some mistletoe. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek like I saw in cine and he blushed when he looked at me. I was blushing when I said, “I-I amor you.” It was just like what happened last night. “I amor you, too.” He dicho and took off one of the two necklaces he had on and gave it to me. “It belonged to my mother. I-I want tu to have it.” “It’s so pretty…” I said. It really was beautiful. It was made with black rope and had a diamond at the end. He helped me put it on. I just remembered that that was the same collar I still wear today. Seto returned the peck on my cheek and the scene changed again.
It was still the same día since none of the presents were open yet. I was talking to Seto on the sofá but my memory was aimed at a different conversation. “Thank you, sir. And merry Christmas.” dicho a woman that looked like the owner of the orphanage. “Kyra, dear. Come and meet your new father.” Seto and I exchanged confused looks and walked over to the woman. I looked at the man who left for two weeks but ended up being two months and counting. Not that I’m the one doing the counting. “What a lovely young lady.” He said. “I think I’ll call tu Emma.” I realized that my name was never Emma. That was dado to me; my name was Kyra. Kyra Taka. There was something strange about that man; other than the fact that he had uncannily pointed ears. It may be a cliché, but he was giving of strange vibes.
I was outside saying my goodbyes and giving hugs. When I got in the back of the man’s limo, I turned back and saw Mokuba and Seto crying. Another fast forward. “You are never to speak to those friends of yours o go back to that country ever again.” The man dicho on the plane. That was where my reminiscences ended and I was conscious again.
Tea: (While on the phone) No way! How?
Joey: How what?
Tea: Shhhhhhhh! Really? Oh my God that's so great!
Joey: What's great?
Tea: Shhhhhhhhhhh! So everyone? On the whole sub?
Joey: Everyone on the whole what?
Tea: Just stuff your chicken!
[After té explains the beginning of an iTea webcast]
Joey: Why doesn´t Tristan say "in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1?
Tea: No one knows!
Tristan: I know!
Tea: No one cares!
(doing a Terrible Theatre segment)
Yugi: Might I also have some food, father?
Tristan: No! Floss my toes!
Yugi: (sobbing) Oh, Father!
Baby Joey: Get between Daddy's toes! MYEEHEHEHEH!
Yugi: Father, please, it smells like gorganzola!
Joey: How what?
Tea: Shhhhhhhh! Really? Oh my God that's so great!
Joey: What's great?
Tea: Shhhhhhhhhhh! So everyone? On the whole sub?
Joey: Everyone on the whole what?
Tea: Just stuff your chicken!
[After té explains the beginning of an iTea webcast]
Joey: Why doesn´t Tristan say "in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1?
Tea: No one knows!
Tristan: I know!
Tea: No one cares!
(doing a Terrible Theatre segment)
Yugi: Might I also have some food, father?
Tristan: No! Floss my toes!
Yugi: (sobbing) Oh, Father!
Baby Joey: Get between Daddy's toes! MYEEHEHEHEH!
Yugi: Father, please, it smells like gorganzola!