Winterborn

[Blighter]

[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#999999]I[color=#99AA99]t would take a long time until their anger - and my stubbornness - would have ebbed down to the point that we could really talk about how to go from there. I was supposed to follow in their footsteps, work in their business, live a quiet, peaceful life as part of the corporate establishment. That was their idea, and it was far from mine. I didn't want that peace and quiet. I wanted the kind I had tasted when I first launched into space, my own hands guiding me out there, not some shuttle's captain or what have you. I wanted to do my own thing, do what I wanted, and do it my way. Wearing business-suits and dresses while conquering meeting rooms and mountains of paperwork was far, far away from that. Settling down somewhere, that was far from it too. Not to mention the whole "family business" part. As much as I loved them I didn't exactly want to spend my life in the vicinity of my parents either. I wanted my independence, my freedom.

After a while spent with everyone coming to their senses, it was my mother who started to understand at first. Later she would tell me that it wasn't so much what I wanted as the way I had acted, the way I had simply been, which reminded her of herself so much, or rather the way she had been a long time ago in her younger years.

That was the turning point. Well, at least to a limited extent. It took a lot of convincing one another before we could at least settle on me not enlisting in the Rheinland Military. Later on I realized myself that it had not really been one of my brighter ideas, I'm just not much for being too bound and the whole thing with orders and having to follow them all to the letter. Using the Military as a vehicle to get myself into space would have only ended bad, and I can thank my dear parents for convincing me not to go that way.

As for them, slowly, steadily, they both grew to understand more and more about my wants and needs, about the future I was seeing for myself, the future I was wanting - although I still don't know what exactly it is in all areas, that "future" - and we came to an understanding. Of sorts. My father didn't really like it at all still.

It's the typical story of an overprotective father wanting to keep his little girl safe from the dangers out in the world. Now that I've seen plenty of the "bad" in the universe, I can't blame him. Back then it was a different story. A still argument-filled different story with my mother acting as the mediator between us two, for the most part.

But I wouldn't be here if it had not gone a different way than to my father's liking, right? Well it did. And it didn't. I don't exactly know what it was that made him crack, but one day, everything changed. In my favor. Or ours? Well both. Kind of.