Mother used to say that there is a hero in every single one of us. She used to say that we could all do great things. She would look at me, and say: Me and you, we are heroes. Back then, I didn't understand what that meant. Heroes? What nonsense. Heroes only exist in fairytales. Right now, though, I can comprehend the importance of her words. Is it because of our eyes, mother? I would ask. She would agree. Our eyes, mine and hers, they were identical, a striking blue like pale sapphires. Now I know it isn't because of our eyes. It is because I was the firstborn. But maybe she was right about heroes. I don't know. The one thing I know for sure is that there was definitely a hero inside of her. The woman who sacrificed her life for her husband and child, she was definitely a hero. I know the fight she put up. Her whole life, it was a fight, a struggle. I know. I've been told. Funny, that I only really knew my mother after she died. She was a great actress, that woman. She knew how to put on her mask, unlike other people. Sometimes I am afraid it passed down to me, like so many other things: My looks, my character, my gifts, strengths and weaknesses.
....Then again, I've been told I am a great liar. Like her.
I don't remember much from the day that she died. That all of them died. I remember blood. Limbs frozen in strange angles. The small, crawling body of my little sister. I remember a shoe poking out of a corner. I never got to see its owner. I am kind of glad about that. Maybe, if I had, I would have seeked revenge. I haven't- not yet. I hope I never will.
Sometimes it's hard, remembering them. I don't want to forget, of course, but its still hard. When I was younger, I would wake up screaming at night, with sweat dripping down my face. I would hallucinate, sometimes. I would see them. I would feel my father's hand on my head, or catch a glimpse of my sister. I don't know when I was more devastated; when they started, or when they stopped?
Silly mother. Heroes only exist in fairytales.
..........But then again, isn't our whole life a fairytale?