Builder's Journal 2

By Beth Hoyer

This is the journalistic writings of Brandis, the Record Keeper, as called surviving the war of planet Mars as the planet should be called. Brandis details the history of the planet Mars via what he sees as an All Seeing One God. Brandis details in writings in a journal who he really is despite dubbed the name of Brandis the Record Keeper.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Beth Hoyer
• Release date: Mar 31, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310103254

Beth Hoyer

I'm currently a lover of cats. I love to type stories on my computer for hours. I like the science fiction fantasy genre with romance thrown in it when it comes to my stories. I like to take hikes through forests snapping photos to use as my covers for my stories. I'm an aspiring author of science fiction fantasy.AccomplishmentWe that seek goals and dreams,Seek many ways for the dreams,To be accomplished.We that seek the path to the goal,Know there will be many paths.Choosing the right one,Will take time.We that dream the impossible,To be accomplished,Will face many,Obstacles, bridges,And challenges,To be overcome in time.It will take time for,There’s no challenge too great,Nor too small that waits,To be conquered.

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Builder’s Journal 2

Edenia Series

Copyrighted Beth Hoyer 2015

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Prologue:

This is the journalistic writings of Brandis, the Record Keeper, as called surviving the war of planet Mars as the planet should be called.

Begin Journalistic Writings:

Planet Mars was originally a dead barren world found by Humans from planet Earth that orbited the planet nearby in its galaxy. The Humans wound up creating technology for planet Mars to colonize it. They even created the machines to survive on the planet despite its dead status. I’ve gone through seeing the planet having wars over and over among the natives including creations of the machines with Humans as its batteries for control. I’ve seen Mars go through multiple names of Mars by Humans, Egyptia by Highlanders, Rakcara by the snake humanoids calling themselves Rakcar and now Mars as I call it. I’ve lived too long to survive multiple disasters of deadened status hitting the planet. As Mars went through having life of an Earth like planet with oceans then became dead over and over. I remained trapped into my cave dwelling with nothing to do except witness history of the planet Mars going through wars. I seek death but not by my own hand. I don’t aim to do this by myself. I aim to only let the Lun Ra the Rakcar’s pet snake of death poison me once I convince it to do its job onto me. I have managed to witness various things involving this planet including this birth of a Humanoid named Tom Thunder a hybrid Human Rakcaran by the remaining Highlanders still having a war with a battery named Jinks Montreal. Not sure why they referred the battery as Jon despite he refused to use the name of Jinks. Anyway I might as well write down into this journal what else I remember of this world Mars at its presence time. Tom Thunder himself, via memories for records of my journalistic writings, flew the fighter into the planet appearing to be desolate of life from space of a warship. His senses cued to the planet’s defense as he flew over the buildings towering in the sky made him turn the fighter in another direction. He heard Eli, a Human brain implanted into an android machine, beeping its noises from being attached to the fighter which his eyes focused on a monitor screen reading words translating the droid’s talk.

Tom spoke Just a little detour don’t worry.

He flew the fighter allowing his senses to guide him traveling over the buildings till his eye focused on four towers standing separate in a group which he sensed something familiar about them but couldn’t identify them. Tom at first didn’t realize the towers looked burned and destroyed by eater fires from the looks of it. He flew the fighter in an arc around them eyes searching till he found a landing pad, appearing to a patch of grass, which he set down his fighter with a thud. Tom opened the cockpit top and removed his helmet setting it down besides him. He got up from the fighter and used the ladder to climb down as Eli came down besides him.

Tom spoke Eli stay.

He heard a beep noise from the droid as he adjusted his cloak putting on his hood covering his head and walked seeking an entrance. Tom found one and walked inside feeling his mental senses blare warnings and familiarity at the same time which made him tensed up. Tom recalled himself nervous but willed himself to calm as he walked feeling his sword weapon banging against him that made him feel less tensed. He walked through hallways silent of people with his eyes searching and looking. Tom paused from walking to shut his eyes using the mental senses to guide him which made him turn in a direction and he opened his eyes walking in that direction. He traveled till he reached a large room that made him think it was an electronic library with consoles in it sitting in silence. Tom went to a console and stared at it as his senses blared warning alerting him of presences in the room hidden. He willed himself to calm keeping his eyes on the console using his mental powers to seek the hidden people. His senses in the Berserker alerted him of someone was walking towards him in a fast motion. Tom heard footsteps loudly on his left looked to see a figure walking towards him that he saw was an old female with pointed ears of a Highlander, with grey hair wearing a dress with some look in her eyes that made him think she wasn’t friendly despite her lips in a frown line. He turned his form towards her as she reached him pausing from walking to stare at him with some look he sensed that she was calculating something.

Tom spoke in Human language of Summeran Hello?

He eyed the Highlander who widens her eyes but the calculating look remained which his senses blared warning on both sides of him as he sensed round cylinder objects heading towards him. Tom found the objects wound up to halt their progress and heard clattering sounds as the objects hit the floor. He kept his eyes on the Highlander as he sensed people darting towards him from hidden spots in the room kept himself calm as he removed his hood from covering his head with a hand. His senses blared warning as his ears heard running footsteps sounding all around him which he clasped his hands to himself and waited as figures came into his eyes sight appearing to be men wearing multiple clothing of different types and holding gun devices in their hands that were pointed at him.

Tom wound up via memory of him in my mind speaking Excuse me I wound up flying my fighter to this planet of unknown name. I was feeling drawn to this tower building without realizing it was something important to the past.

He frowned as he got nothing in responses from the Highlander or the men he figured by their eyes were Highlanders having their ears covered.

Tom figured to himself They are keepers of the building whatever it is. That they are wary of people arriving into here due to being aware of Humans killing off Highlanders from the land by their unfriendliness towards me.

Tom frowned as the female Highlander remained staring at him as he somehow figured that the people are wary of him due to him having the Humanity in him and armed. Tom frowned as there was a terrible headache hitting him making him grimace in response. He found himself not sure why he was hit with the headache that distracted him from activating his shield from guns’ syringes which he allows himself to get knocked out unconscious.

Tom wound up waking up to found himself naked while waking up restrained in some small arena. He frowned as he acted like his memories weren’t restored into his mind by his confused expression on his face. He appeared to not recall his name fully in his mind along with an alien side of his that brought out his mental abilities. He wound up tested by the people throwing life and death tests at him while freeing himself from the restraints to face the tests and uses his sword that was put on a shelf high above him. He used the alien side of himself to bring to him and uses the weapon to defend himself from other weapons’ fire aimed at him along with destroying droids that attack him. I figured out that the people are testing Tom on his mental ability by their expressions on their faces watching him through windows high above in the arena. I noticed the old Highlander still has some calculating look on her face in her eyes that makes me suspicious. I see during a test she’s gone elsewhere which I find the tests stop senses that their ended as Tom drops his sword away and looks around to see a door opening.

It shows the old Highlander walking into the arena who asks him mentally getting his alien side in control You’re to name your parentage.

He finds himself mentally speaking in response I was adopted by the High Council and raised by them to have undivided loyalty towards them.

He wound up while noticing that the old Highlander has widen eyes and mentions I wasn’t raised by the High Council entirely but by someone else unknowing of who my Father was till I was full grown by some species that out casted me.

He gets asked by the old Highlander Who taught you the mental abilities you dub Berserker?

He speaks The High Council via minion of a Builder named Barry taught me the mental abilities.

He wound up seeing her eyes widen a bit and recognizes that she’s aware of who he’s talking about.

Tom was appearing to senses something is going on as the old Highlander added mentally I introduces myself by the name of Keeper. I’m the leader of people keeping maintenance in this building the Guardian tower in Rakcara as this world is called. Humans have come and go using the building’s contents without bothering to ask for permission first. We have suffered casualties by Humans’ Overlords’ hands. Hence we wary towards people having the Humanity in them. The tests we threw towards you were to determine your mental abilities by having you demonstrate them. Including trying to kill off Humans who don’t survive the tests as our admittance to that, Tom is the name we’ll refer you.

Tom via senses cued to him appeared to wound up senses there’s more to the old Highlander’s story she is telling him doesn’t comment on that keeps his mouth shut and folds his arms looking like he’s interested on his face.

Keeper, as assumes I’ll call her pauses from talking to look up at the people above them and then again looks at him before adding Its been a long time since a High Council’s servant serving the High Council via Human means, came to the Guardian tower that gives off noises in response to King Winter’s storms. We have managed to recognized in you from the way you acted towards us was of a High Council servant’s servitude. It’s which is not what a Human Overlord of the planetary world dubbing Mars as its original name and not Rakcara, normally acts which is rude and demanding with orders for us to do things for them along with threatening us harm if we balk the orders.

Tom frowned but didn’t comment a response instead waited for the old Highlander to mentally speak more to him. He frowned finding she didn’t say anything further instead kept on staring at him. He sensed his head hurting in response via headache method to groan from the pain while rubbing his forehead. He grunted via clawed hand as the pain persisted followed by getting memories fully into his mind of who he really was.

Tom looked at the Highlander with annoyance and spoke firmly You cloned me?

That’s when I figured out what really happened to Tom himself. He ignored his voice sounded hissing into some hissing language while giving the Highlander a glare of annoyance with his eyes. He glared in response as the Highlander appeared to gulp but didn’t comment a word to his question. Tom kept the glare till another headache arrived within his mind. I saw of himself knocked unconscious via the Highlanders’ dart guns followed by stuffed into a tube with his clothes on his form including his sword weapon. He appeared too kept on remembering himself cloned as another tube filled up with liquid via his mind and showed a twin version of himself clad in a grey jumpsuit with skin that looked rough and scaly while displaying his Berserker side. Tom gave the Highlander a glare as he continued to remember fully that the original Tom wound up put back into his fighter with his beeping machine Eli scanning him and beeping hysterically while he, himself the cloned version was yanked out of the tube and placed into the familiar arena for tests. I felt annoyance take hold sensing via memories filling Tom’s mind that his cloned self was partially a Rakcar a Humanoid snake species and was a part of a male named Norok that left Rakcara after the Rakcaran species went extinct in the war with Mesan’s Curse. I recalled as if compelled that Norok himself left Rakcara via warship one of the remaining warships containing various Humans aboard for travel off the planet and to get away from the war with Mesan’s Curse who allowed the Drainers to take control of the planet. Tom found the Highlander was joined by multiple Highlanders all wearing grey robes with scaly skin like looks on them to his confusion, to his expression on his face.

He frowned eyeing the Highlanders warily to find the female leader Keeper speaking mentally towards him again triggering his Berserker side in control Your creation was to help us survive while living in this planetary world as drawn to remain onto it. We like the others are compelled to remain onto this planetary world of Mars as it’s called by Human names and can’t leave no matter how we try. Our compulsion keeps us planet bound living among the Humans taking control of the planetary world and keeping upkeep of the machines that control this planet.

The compulsion I should have realized was courtesy of the Meritanian plant Zerra doing it to natives. She manipulated natives to remain planet bound via compulsion to keep them working onto the machines’ upkeep. I’m surprised that Norok was able to leave the planet despite some natives weren’t able to and wound up victims of the Drainers or Skyans as they called themselves actually.

Anyway more of this tale We have a record we wish to show you to explain our creation and existence to living on Mars. It’s our only sacred record of our existence we call ‘Mother One’s Diary.’ It’s the diary of the female one who created our species to live on this planetary world from another world dubbed Terra aka Earth. Come with us while we show you this record.

I recalled the Diary was of a female who birthed the four original snake species dubbed Drainers at first. Tom frowned but felt himself compelled to agree obeyed to follow the Highlanders he figured the ones with scaly skin were hybrids of the Rakcaran species like he was. He followed Keeper ignoring his naked status and willed aside his Berserker side as she led to the familiar room involving electronic library he saw from his memories of being there for the first time.

Tom wound up speaking You got clothes for me to wear? Going around naked isn’t what I had in mind.

He found his words ignored by Keeper and the other Highlanders sensed pushing him further into the room to a console and forced to sit onto a bench.

He felt annoyance take hold as Keeper was heard hissing loudly Jon pull up the file dubbed ‘Mother’s Diary’ now.

Tom frowned as the console blinked rapidity fast blinking lights followed by stopping to show writing in its screen he frowned finding himself able to read. He found himself reading the file’s contents while manipulating the pages via finger’s sliding gestures.

From what I remember of the Diary’s files within my mind:

Mother’s Diary

It’s the first time I started a journal in my twenty year existence. I figured I might as well write each day and add whatever memory that pops up. I saw a journal with a blue cover with white pages and blue lines, in the small town of Wolf’s Howl, New York general store and brought it for eight dollars. The sales lady tried to get me to buy it for twenty five dollars the regular price. Boy was she mean; she was rude to me when I showed her my Dad’s discount card. The lady was disgusted with me. I couldn’t believe it when people in that town are treating me like a freak! It’s no excuse to treat me that way because I’m deaf! That’s how the people of Wolf’s Howl, treat me because I’ve been treated this way ever since I could understand this behavior at age twelve. I’ve lived in the small town of Wolf’s Howl, New York all of my life. They don’t treat me as something that is an equal person but someone who’s like a circus freak. I hate it when that happens because I’m born deaf.

As for the journal is leather bound with a string wrapped around it. The journal has about six hundred pages according to the sticker on the back which I peeled off. I decided to start a journal because Mom was writing stuff in journals I figured if she can do this, so can I because I felt like it.

I found out last month after Zoya left on March 10, 1998 that I have a cousin named Elizabeth Lisha Zeskaya. I thought it was a joke at first. I couldn’t believe it when I found out. This brought me to buy a journal in the store because of a powerful urge to write things down. I wonder why my parents kept this from me. How I found out is I read what Mom wrote in her journal, while Mom was out shopping at the local store in Wolf’s Howl last week. She left her journal on the kitchen table in the house. I wound up picking the journal up and dropped it on the floor by accident. The page fell to this entry marked March, 20, 1998 which I being nosy read and copied:

Poor Anastia, I wonder when she will know of her cousin Elizabeth who lives in Hamden, Connecticut. I wanted to tell her outright when Anastia was sixteen years old but my parents wouldn’t let me do that. They threatened to expose our family secret. I dare not write that down because someone would read this. A pity, that my sister Marina Zeskaya won’t support me in going against our parents’ wishes to tell Anastia about Lisha.

Anastia is me, her daughter, Anastia Yuliet Stonehawk, whose Mom is referring to. I could have copied more but Mom came home and I had to pretend to read a book about something else. Here’s some background on my family, Marina is my mom’s sister who lives in Connecticut with at first with Grandma and Grandpa Najinov in Wolfville. For awhile, I thought she was a single mother raising Mahalia Zoya whose hearing, my younger sister goes by the name of Zoya, who look a lot like me, but appears that Aunt Marina has a child named Elizabeth and is married to someone who’s last name is Zesky. As for the look like me thing, she has tan skin of a Native American like me but she has brown eyes while I have blue eyes.

Zoya is Mahalia Zoya Stonehawk, used to live here with us in New York but she according to Mom wanted to go to school in Connecticut instead and wanted to be near Grandma and Grandpa. So my parents against my wishes sent her on a plane ride to Connecticut. This happened in March. It was really early in the morning when they did this. They were supposed to wake me up at 3am to let me say good bye to her but Mom told me she wanted to let me sleep and make it less painful for our parting. So Dad drove Zoya to the airport in another major town an hour away. Then Zoya flew to Connecticut on a private plane my rich Grandparents paid for. Humph, they did that last month during some school vacation. I wonder why they did this.

Mom told me as an excuse said to me over and over Zoya couldn’t adjust to living here in Wolf’s Howl and wanted to live in Connecticut with my parents.

She’s younger than me by a few years and it doesn’t make any sense at all. Considering days before she left Zoya confided in me in a written paper note dated March 4, 1998:

Anastia, I overheard our parents arguing about sending me to someplace like Connecticut. I heard them arguing that through the kitchen door. They made it seem like Grandma and Grandpa; Mom’s parents wanted me there in Connecticut with them instead of living here. I heard them mention something about some money being cut off if they didn’t send me at all by March 31st. It’s the 4th of March now. I don’t get it but my parents mentioned something else that doesn’t make sense. They mentioned something about needed me to be there for observation.

Later my parents’ in my presence told Zoya Your sent to visiting Mom’s parents in Connecticut and should pack a bag for the duration of the school vacation.

I did notice an odd look pass on Zoya’s face like she wanted to say more but couldn’t. Then later she visited my room and her eyes glowed yellow which creep me out.

She spoke via hand language we taught ourselves I wanted to show some thing to you. but Mom came upstairs and Zoya asked via voice me forced to lip read her You mind if I could borrow some of your books?

She never brought up the subject of her eyes again in my presence. I did notice her talking to Mom about something which both clammed up in front of me when I entered the room. After Zoya left, all the stuff of Zoya’s that were in the room I shared with her were taken.

Mom claims to me over and over Zoya’s items were sent to Connecticut because Zoya loved living there and wanted to stay there.

I suspect it had something to do with her note to me. Whenever I tried to bring up the subject about Zoya, Mom would change the subject abruptly.

As for Dad, he would talk this comment over and over I’m missing having a daughter in my life. Her lack of presence would make me sad.

I asked Dad Why did you and Mom send Zoya to Connecticut? but he wouldn’t tell me because every time he was about to say something about Zoya was when he would look at his beeper like it went off.

He always had this fearful look on his face when he saw his beeper. I feel like someone was eavesdropping on us because of him keeping looking at his beeper like it was going off every time I mentioned Zoya.

Mom today when she saw me with this journal actually praised me about me writing in a journal.

She told me It’ll be good for you to brush up your writing skills.

Mom said this with me lip reading. She won’t take sign language at my insisting, due to my deafness. I also tried to bring up the fact about having some unknown relatives like Elizabeth, without mentioning her name, but Mom gave me an odd look and then later, I saw her outside burning some papers from her journal in front of a wooded totem pole deciphering the bald eagle. (My parents are believers of this new age religion called Lance Richard, unsure of the name, which the bald eagle symbolizes one of their Gods.) I suspect this was the pages in her journals that mentioned Lisha. I did look in her journal the other day and found the page mentioning Lisha torn out. I wonder what’s going on, and why my Grandparents won’t let Mom tell me about Lisha. It sure doesn’t make any sense at all and it also doesn’t make any sense about the grandparents taking Zoya to Connecticut.

Here’s a copy of the letter I wrote to Lisha that I sent via mail last month that got returned unopened today:

"Dear Elizabeth,

How are you? I found out about you some days ago. You don’t know me, but my name is Anastia Yuliet Stonehawk. I’m your older cousin who is deaf since birth. I am twenty years old, going on twenty one soon. I have black hair and tan skin, which I got from my father who is Native American. I say Native American because he was born and raised in a reservation in New York. My mother is your Aunt Svetlana Najinova Stonehawk, your mother’s sister who I inherit her blue eyes. I am quite tall for my age around five foot and eight inches which I inherited from my father. I have a sister named Mahalia Zoya Stonehawk who I believe you met. She lives with Grandma and Grandpa in Connecticut. I would like to learn more about you. Please send me a letter.

Love your cousin,

Anastia"

That’s what the letter was about, which mysteriously got returned unopened. It was post marked from Hartford, Connecticut. I got the address from the internet a new thing to hit the town of Wolf’s Howl at the local library. I had to be assertive to get the librarian allow me to use one of the eight computers. The librarian tried to discourage me by lying that they were reserved but Dad saved me. He came to the library and saw me and told me about the internet. He proceeded to use one of the computers and introduced me to a search engine which you could type anything in the computer and the internet will pull the inquiry up for you. I typed Elizabeth Zeskaya and got some articles about my Grandparents and they mentioned an address in Hamden, Connecticut. It also brought up a website devoted to her by fans of the Soccer team that she was playing on. The article was about Elizabeth playing in a school championships game for a High school as a sixteen year old. It’s very interesting because it also mentioned that she’s deaf too. The article showed a picture of her, which appeared to be a black and white photo. Interesting but I wonder why the letter got returned unopened. I suspected that my Mom told them about me reading her journal. I lip read her talking on the phone, as I pretended to write in my journal. I saw her sitting sideways on the chair in the living room opposite me staring at the window. I managed to write this down.

Mom: Mia, [her sister Marina’s nickname], you won’t believe this but Anastia saw my writing about Lisha and then she later asked me about unknown relatives.

Pause.

Mom: Mia! Don’t scold me! It’s the first time Anastia was nosy enough to read my journal!

Pause.

Mom: No, don’t tell Mom [Grandma] about that. It’s not any of her business. Anastia’s watching me while writing in her journal.

Then she abruptly got up and turned her back to me and went to the window to look outside. After that she hung up and faced me.

She looked annoyed and glared at me then Mom left the room after signing the word Nosy.

Then Mom came home with a folder which she kept her journal in and took it everywhere in a tote, but as for the other finished journals, which she kept it in a metal box with a lock and a key.

I noticed that lately that my parents are fighting arguing about my Dad’s long hours at work and Mom’s sleeping pill intake. That’s what I could lip read from their arguing in front of me in the kitchen. I have a hard time lip reading people if they shout due to my deafness. It’s not making sense at all. I wonder why Dad has to do long hours at the Wolf’s Howl facility called Zeskaya. It sure doesn’t make any sense at all. I lip read them talking about Dad’s job before they shooed me out of the kitchen of the two story house.

Mom: It’s not ethical to hurt animals!

Dad: it’s the good of Mankind to do this because of the alien hysteria that happened in the forties.

Mom: Who cares about the hysteria?! I say it’s not right to do experiments on animals!

Dad: So? This resulted in-

At that moment Dad cut himself off when he noticed me that both parents proceed to take me out of the kitchen and slam the door. I sat on the steps to upstairs and tried to guess what Dad was about to say. I do remember one day also last month after Zoya left that Dad came home from work upset. He was about to tell us something when he received a summons on his beeper. The number on it made him look fearful that he couldn’t tell Mom and me why. I suspect that Mom knows what it is because she looked angry when she saw the fearful look on Dad’s face.

I found out, that my parents are getting a divorce, something which has been in process for months. I was surprised when they told me about the divorce in the kitchen. I was sleeping in my bedroom sick with a stomachache when Mom came to the room. She woke me up and told me lip reading to come downstairs. I groggily got up and followed Mom downstairs to the kitchen. There they proceeded to surprise me with news of them getting a divorce, something which was in the works for months.

I wanted to know why but they both told me the same answer We just don’t like each other anymore.

A pity to me too because I was nosy and I read some of Mom’s writing in her open journal while she was in the bathroom showering. The journal of hers was lying flat on the kitchen table. I was really upset about that Dad and Mom were getting a divorce.

I read the first thing on the top of the journal and I read the words Anastia is a piglet when it comes to food as an experimental.

The words you’re a pig started echoing over and over like a tape recorder that isn’t shut off.

I tried to say shut up to the voice in my head insulting me but it wouldn’t stop. I was too upset to notice this so I went to bed.

This morning the words were in my head and they wouldn’t shut up despite me pleading to myself. I felt like I had to chant to the Goddess and light candles to stop the voice from talking to me in my head. I really would like to know what’s wrong with me. I made a circle today, and asked my Goddess to stop the voice from repeating this insult in my head. The voice made me feel awful. I felt like I was being punished with something but what? I don’t know anymore. I just don’t know what to do about the voice bothering me.

I asked the Goddess to stop the voice but somebody not sure who told me this saying The Goddess help those who help themselves.

I tried to complain to Mom about having a voice in my head insulting me, but she wouldn’t hear of it.

She told me You don’t have a voice in your head period!

Later today Dad set me aside while we were outside walking in the woods near the house.

Dad told me Mom hears voices in her head. Mom has Auditory Hallucinations another words for saying voices in her head from a chemical imbalance not working right in her brain.

Boy was I surprised when he told me this. I finally told him about having a voice in my head too but Dad wouldn’t hear of this because he claims that I don’t have a voice in my head and I’m just copying Mom. After he told me of this I started to notice that some of the town’s people call her names when her back is turned. I’ve lip read people telling visitors of the town to stay away from me because I’m a freak. I don’t know where these freaky things come from. Humph I guess I’m different from the others who live in this town because of my blue eyes and Native American like looks. I think it’s my blue eyes that make me different from the town’s people because they have brown eyes. I just don’t understand this at all.

I received two letters today from Grandma that one was really annoying. It seemed threatening that I can’t put it down here. The subject matter was Grandma threatened to cut me off my inheritance if I kept sending Lisha letters.

She also sent me another letter that said Because I said so!

This resulted in the voice in my head to repeat the words Because I said so over and over as a result this took me several times to beg to my parents to get me a therapist.

The voice in my head was bothering me and making me miserable. Mom wasn’t supportive of me wanting to see a therapist but Dad told me he understands whatever that means because he and Mom are getting a divorce, which will be finalized soon. I suspect that Grandma had something to do with this because I found two envelopes addressed to Mom and Dad separately. The envelopes were falling apart and letters fell out of them. It was in Grandma’s handwriting. I wasn’t able to copy the letters because Mom came home from work. The letters via memory of me writing down, state that Grandma doesn’t approve of their relationship and is asking them to divorce each other. In Mom’s letter, Grandma asked Mom to quit stalling in the divorce to Dad or not be able to receive communication from Zoya till she turns twenty one. Ugh, I can’t believe that Grandma is manipulating things again. I confronted Mom with the letters and asked her what was going on. She told me that she and Dad don’t love each other anymore, because of Dad’s job in the Zeskaya facility. When I asked Dad about the letters, his