The contemplation seemed etched deep into my father's brow as if he had not heard me, but instead was concentrated on a portion of his past that burned deep within him. As if counter to this tenseness in his brow, the cheeks on his already thick face fell in folds over his chin. His eyes burned, yet nothing came from his throat, as if it was his own heart he choked on.
I could see the eyes of my mother covered over in slowly building water, giving them a glassy appearance. Surprisingly, it was she who spoke, in her southern way, with the cracked words of those damaged by too many Newports and too many tears.
"The chile in dis pactuh, is...or was, You."
I found nothing inside me willing to speak. I didn't understand enough, and after all, it was this very woman who taught me that I have two ears and one mouth, so that I could listen twice as much as I spoke.
"It was taken in dah same day of the picnic, by deh church. It was taken de dah you..."
"That I what?" I leaned forward and asked. My elbows nearly came off of their resting position on their knees. But she would go no further. Her tears consumed her now, and she turned her head to bury it in my father's beefy shoulder. He slowly brought his hand to the back of her blonde curly hair, and stroked ever so gently.
"That I WHAT?" I repeated, more tensely than ever.
"It was the day.. that..." my father now spoke in his deep powerful voice, "You Died!"
Astonished, I began to immediately laugh, as I couldn't help myself at this point. It was ridiculous after all to believe such a thing. After all, here I am, sitting in conversation with my clearly overreacting parents. The laugh would have become a full belly laugh, had I not looked over at my father, who now burned his reddened eyes into my very soul.
"I died?" I asked while raising my doubtful eyebrows.
"Actually," he continued. "that was only the first time. The first of four times. Last week was the last. I killed you myself! But you JUST... WON'T...STAY...DEAD!"
(here's a good starting point for you to play with)
2007-01-08 20:21:14
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answered by Gregory K 4
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It is a sibling of a parent who has a mysterious death attached too it. She was murdered, and it's a Cold Case. Now why was she murdered and decide the year. Purhaps in the '40's b/c she was a mobsters girl. Or she was in the wrong place at the wrong time in the '50's when a serial killer was passing through. Purhaps as a child with a disease. Hummmm
2007-01-09 11:19:18
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answered by zzkoontza 2
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You could make it like the 6th Sense- it'd be hard, but I bet you could do it. Make the person in the photo you at an older age where you were killed suddenly that you didn't pass on due to unfinished business. The ending could be of your parents kneeling by the fireplace on your would be 21st birthday holding the picture and crying saying, "You have never left our hearts once in all these years, Rebecca. This photo was taken the day you were accepted to Harvard. That night you went to celebrate with friends . . . and you never came home again.
Then you could have Rebecca say her goodbyes and I love yous. And after knowing who the person in the photo was, her unfinished business could be done and the light would then come to her.
Or something along those lines. No one would expect the ending if you could make it like the 6th Sense.
2007-01-09 08:24:17
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answered by Jules 3
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It could be a women who live a long time ago in your house and she was murdered. You find old newspaper clippings is a dusty box in the back of the attic and you discover that they never knew who killed her. You keep find strange items and clues and eventually come to find that _________ ended up killing her.
And of course add a bunch of small details so you can picture the scene and elaborate
Thats the best I got.
2007-01-08 18:29:36
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answered by Anonymous
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answered by Hunter 4
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This sounds so similar to a main plot point in the second book in the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants series by Ann Brashares. One of the girls finds out about someone named "Eugene" who was an important figure in her mother's past, but her mother angrily refuses to discuss who he was or anything about her relationship with him. Of course, it was someone she loved once. . . .
2007-01-08 18:43:54
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answered by texazlady 2
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Here r some ideas:
1. The person is ur mom's or ur dad's old lover
2. she is ur real mother and ur parents hav adopted u
3. the person is a relative whom ur parents want to keep u away from.
Hope this helps!!
2007-01-08 18:50:07
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answer #7
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answered by nauts 3
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The picture turns out to be a woman who was your fathers first true love, who happens to be your real mother!
2007-01-08 18:24:40
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answered by Anonymous
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the person is a child your parents adopted before you were born, the child then died and they never told you about it
2007-01-08 18:33:39
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answered by Anonymous
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write something that you interest about
2007-01-08 19:17:41
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answered by princess in pink 2
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