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Aug. 17th, 2004 12:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morganknightSeamus and Katie didn't name their child "Liam Elijah." Well, they sort of did; Liam yes, Elijah will be added at confirmation.
But right now the boy is named Liam Morgan Wylie.
"It's tradition to name 'em after family," Seamus said. But out of all the people they could have picked -- Don maybe, or Cat, or even Stephen who might as well be family... They picked me. Liam Morgan.
Even when Katie was in labor, Seamus called me. More than once, in fact. I never would have expected that. I expected a begrudging, halfhearted reception; I didn't expect to be treated like a real uncle, or even just a boy who wants to be treated like a real uncle. But I was. I am.
Liam Morgan. It made me cry, it still makes me come close. Liam Morgan. That may just be the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.
Katie Rose, my hearsister; Nhairis, my adopted mother. Liam, my nephew. Ronnie, who I'm "like a big brother" to (and who would date me, were I looking, and were she not so happy with Leon, who is a good kid all around). Sashra, the other Temple Brat, one of my best friends, who says I'm hers. Cat, Maiko, Angelin, who after everything are still my friends.
All this time I've been looking for a family, a home, someplace I belong. I thought it would be obvious when I found it, that I'd be happy, and feel loved, and welcomed, and that I wouldn't be empty any more. Is it possible it could have grown up around me, and I just never noticed? Too much pain in my life, with all the nightmares I've gone through. I thought I was empty, but I'm not. Just parts of me, that I've paid too much attention to, and not enough to other places where I should have looked to start with. Could I find happiness, now, if I looked?
I don't need to ask that, do I? Hanging out with Ronnie and Sashra; holding Liam; being teased by my heartsister; bantering with Angelin and Maiko and my other friends... I am happy. I am, and I just don't realize it. And when bad things happen, I blame myself, but...
Too deep, Morgan. Pull back.
But damn. What the hell have I been doing to myself?
...Two regrets, though. Two dark, unhappy points. Stephen and Andrea. (Is that it? Cadence is a dark point, but untouchable, impossible to change, and consequently not worth thinking about. Irina isn't even Irina any more, so damned if I'll take shit there. Lila apologized, we want to be friends again, and if that's feasible, only time will tell.) And I think it's time -- high time -- I put some serious energy into addressing those dark points.
Hell with it. I'm eighteen, rich, and if I've got problems, it's time for me to start dealing with them. Wake up, Morgan. You've got a nephew named after you to make proud -- and a sister, a mother, friends, allies. Wake up.
But right now the boy is named Liam Morgan Wylie.
"It's tradition to name 'em after family," Seamus said. But out of all the people they could have picked -- Don maybe, or Cat, or even Stephen who might as well be family... They picked me. Liam Morgan.
Even when Katie was in labor, Seamus called me. More than once, in fact. I never would have expected that. I expected a begrudging, halfhearted reception; I didn't expect to be treated like a real uncle, or even just a boy who wants to be treated like a real uncle. But I was. I am.
Liam Morgan. It made me cry, it still makes me come close. Liam Morgan. That may just be the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.
Katie Rose, my hearsister; Nhairis, my adopted mother. Liam, my nephew. Ronnie, who I'm "like a big brother" to (and who would date me, were I looking, and were she not so happy with Leon, who is a good kid all around). Sashra, the other Temple Brat, one of my best friends, who says I'm hers. Cat, Maiko, Angelin, who after everything are still my friends.
All this time I've been looking for a family, a home, someplace I belong. I thought it would be obvious when I found it, that I'd be happy, and feel loved, and welcomed, and that I wouldn't be empty any more. Is it possible it could have grown up around me, and I just never noticed? Too much pain in my life, with all the nightmares I've gone through. I thought I was empty, but I'm not. Just parts of me, that I've paid too much attention to, and not enough to other places where I should have looked to start with. Could I find happiness, now, if I looked?
I don't need to ask that, do I? Hanging out with Ronnie and Sashra; holding Liam; being teased by my heartsister; bantering with Angelin and Maiko and my other friends... I am happy. I am, and I just don't realize it. And when bad things happen, I blame myself, but...
Too deep, Morgan. Pull back.
But damn. What the hell have I been doing to myself?
...Two regrets, though. Two dark, unhappy points. Stephen and Andrea. (Is that it? Cadence is a dark point, but untouchable, impossible to change, and consequently not worth thinking about. Irina isn't even Irina any more, so damned if I'll take shit there. Lila apologized, we want to be friends again, and if that's feasible, only time will tell.) And I think it's time -- high time -- I put some serious energy into addressing those dark points.
Hell with it. I'm eighteen, rich, and if I've got problems, it's time for me to start dealing with them. Wake up, Morgan. You've got a nephew named after you to make proud -- and a sister, a mother, friends, allies. Wake up.
