More Shiloh:

     Mrs. Morrissey owned a bake shop since she was nineteen. It was where she met her husband, Campbell Morrissey. It was where she had her first kiss. It was where she watched her dad get shot. It was also where she was almost 90% of the time. When she wasn’t at her bakeshop though, she was home with her kids. Shiloh was in 10^th grade, and the only girl of 5. Her older brother, Duncan was a senior. He used to be a dedicated biker until he started hanging around with the wrong people, at the wrong times, doing the wrong things. He became a major pot-head and stopped coming home. Shiloh was the only one that saw him anymore, and only because she went to school with him. He drove her home every afternoon and picked her up every morning. They met at Tim Horton’s down the street so that he didn’t need to see the rest of his family. He was too ashamed to face his parents, and he didn’t want the triplets to follow in his footsteps. However, Shiloh had been his best friend since the day she came home. The three little ones, John, Chord and Tyler were the only things that kept Kelly sane sometimes.  They were skinny blonde 4 year olds with green eyes. John knew just about everything. He could read by the time he was two and a half, and was in love with crossword puzzles. He sat for hours in front of the television watching The Discovery Channel while the carpet left marks on his elbows. On the other hand, Chord was the typical 4 year old. He constantly followed the older ones around asking “why” every few seconds. He picked his nose, played in mud and colored on the walls. Lastly there was Tyler. He kept most of everything to himself. He walked around, head to the floor, muttering to himself. He sat in his closet most of the day, counting the fibers in the carpet. As you can imagine, Kelly wasn’t always in such a pleasant mood. Seeing her baby girl lie in bed unconscious after being stabbed in what she thought to be a safe environment frightened her. With this at hand, how could she be sure the boys were alright?

                Shiloh looked at her mother and got teary eyed. She couldn’t get up, she could barely turn herself even, but she stared at the brown curls on her mother’s head. She remembered them bouncing as she nodded her head to her customers telling them to have a nice day. She remembered her pink lips smiling and her green eyes, just like Duncan’s, in fact, exactly like Duncan’s, lighting her golden skin. As she reminisced the tears rolled down her cheeks silently. Shiloh sniffled and immediately her mother’s eyes shot open. Rushing to the bed she began to smile her perfect smile. “Shiloh, Shy! How are you honey? Do you want anything?” already Shiloh was annoyed. However, she smiled. While her mother rubbed her head she started to speak “I’m fine” then she giggled “I just hope that bastard is dead.” At those words Kelly’s lips turned to a frown, but then back to a smile with a sigh. “Don’t wish that Shy” She began to cry and then finished her thought “The best of us and the worst of us make mistakes honey, we need to learn to forgive, just like God will.” Shiloh just sighed. Her mom could tell she wasn’t feeling it. To break the awkward silence she saw a boy walk into the room and instantly both their hearts fluttered.