Catherine Marie felt an overwhelming sense of cold in the weeks and months since she was given the news of her brothers death. How had it come to this? She tried desperately to remember her last words to him, her last interactions with him. She kept coming to one conclusion- it was the night she had chastised, threatened and caused him pain for what he had done to her child. It haunted her, knowing that she could never make amends.
How she missed the days when he ran around the square, in his turtle helmet and with his pet pig, gathering all the friends he could whilst Catherine watched silently from the side. John was always her polar opposite in that sense. Outgoing, outspoken, cheerful and ever so caring. She teased him so much by calling him Johnny, his cute annoyance one of the bright parts of her days. She never spoke of it, but in those times she envied him greatly. She made a pact to herself she had long forgotten, to never let harm reach her little brother. He was too good for this world.
Catherine was brought back to the present with a jolt as she heard her babies begin crying. The memory fading once more and oh how she wished it wouldn’t. The reality was so hard to bear. Two of her siblings were gone now, one remained and she had hardly any knowledge of the girl who she felt no kinship to. It pained her though, who was next? Her mamej, papej, sister? Or perhaps one of her children? It was nearly too much to the woman, she felt her mind breaking as it had before at the news of her grandpapej’s death. She could never let it happen again.
in the weeks after the death, Catherine’s children would find that their mother often held them close and tightly, shakily. Determination set in, she would protect those who she held close with all her might. She failed Ana and Johnny. She would not let herself fail again.
If Catherine heard Leopold say anything Ill against his uncle, she threatened to take away all his books for a month. She was extremely serious in the threat this time. @Taketheshot