My father was a strange man himself. It was his dream to meet one of the oldest vampires, he was always reading something, he would always make time for me and my little sister though.

Her name was Sarah, she was adopted at age 1, when I was 15. She automatically identified me as the 'mother figure,' but my dad she called Uncle. Dad never seemed to mind this because he knew both of his children would feel differently and would love him in different ways.

My sister ran to the door when she heard it open, and almost succeed into bringing me to the floor. I carried her inside with very little trouble. She babbled happily, she had trouble with talking still, but i didn't mind. Sometimes she would say a sentence and it would be so sweet that it was worth the waiting and constant attention she needed.

My sister and I made dinner together, well actually I made it, but she handed me things. Broccoli, white rice, and some meatloaf. It was pretty good, I remember this because my father even commented on how much he liked it.

My sister and I went on a walk after dinner while my dad lay on the couch reading a book about History of Vampires, one of his many favorites. It was more of me carrying her around and letting her down whenever she wanted to look at something. Eventually we made it to a playground with a swing set and a slide. It was a small one. There were two swings for toddlers and two for the teenagers and adults.

I placed her in one, pushed her, and answered any questions that she had for me. When she asked me about my day I wasn't sure what to say.

"Sarah, I meet someone new today, she was very nice." She looked at me happily seeing as though I don't really talk much so i continued adding details of things we talked about. When Sarah asked me what she looked like I stopped. I wasn't sure weather or not it would be a good idea telling me baby sister that I spent most of my day with a vampire.

After thinking for a few minutes Sarah's soft voice poked through me thoughts, saying "Mama Kyah, whats wrong?" I snapped out of my thoughts and answered her. .

"Well Sarah, Luna is a very nice person. She has white hair-"

"Like snow?" she interrupted excitedly.

"Yes," I smiled, and continued. "She has short hair, and soft red eyes. Oh! And Sarah, you would love how tall she is. If you think that your get taller when I carry you you should see how tall she is." Once i started talking about her it was getting harder and harder to stop.

Sarah let me go on while swinging herself. When it started getting dark I carried her home.

Sarah had a bubble bath when we got back and I helped her out with it.

I wondered how the next day would go when I set up my clothes for the next day. A white shirt with a pale sea green tank top. I put the sweater next to the clothes and fell asleep quickly. I didn't notice when Sarah came in and lye down next to me.