Forgotten in the Fog

“I’ve made up my mind, I’m going to leave the Emersons and move overseas to live with you.”

Cecil Miller’s aunt, Dianne Miller, was thrilled to hear this. She then thoughtfully advised Cecil.

“Alright, Cecil, I'll help you with the immigration right away. It will take about a month so you should use this time to get together with your friends since it’s not very likely you’ll see them again once you come to Vinland. Make sure you say your goodbyes.

“Don’t forget Cleo especially. He raised you since you were a kid, so you should thank him for everything he’s done for you.”

Cecil gave Dianne her word.

After hanging up, she left the balcony. As she was heading to the living room, she caught herself sneaking a glance at the picture set on the table.

“I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to leave the Emersons and move overseas to live with you.”

Cecil Miller’s aunt, Dianne Miller, was thrilled to hear this. She then thoughtfully advised Cecil.

“Alright, Cecil, I'll help you with the immigration immediately. It will take about a month, so you should use this time to get together with your friends since it’s not very likely you’ll see them again once you come to Vinland. Make sure you say your goodbyes.

“Don’t forget Cleo, especially. He raised you since you were a kid, so you should thank him for everything he’s done for you.”

Cecil gave Dianne her word.

After hanging up, she left the balcony. As she was heading to the living room, she caught herself sneaking a glance at the picture set on the table.

Inside the picture, the sky as well as the faces of the people were lit auburn from the glow of the sun.

It was a picture of seventeen-year-old Cleo Emerson standing under the frame of a swing. He was smiling and pushing Cecil, who was only seven years old at the time. Her skirt fluttered in the wind and briefly grazed the tulips in the garden.

Even though it was so many years ago, Cecil could still recall how happy she was on the day the picture was taken.

It was such a shame that both she and Cleo could never go back to the way they were in the past anymore.

The thought of it made her feel rather sad. She quickly looked away and banished the memory into the distant past.

The Miller and Emerson families had always been very close across the generations. Cleo was ten years older than Cecil, so Cecil had always addressed him as Uncle Cleo.

When Cecil was seven years old, both of her parents died in a plane accident. It was Cleo who brought her back to his family and raised her.

He must have done it because he felt sorry for her, having tragically lost her parents at such a young age. Since then, he has kept her by his side at all times and taken care of