love has many names part 1

Rain was pattering heavily against the windows. Drops were splashing against the speeding train. Amelia was sitting in compartment number 97. Her legs, drawn up on the seat, gave no indication of her slim figure, and her dreamy face gave no indication whatsoever that she had turned 23 a few months ago. The girl had been on the train for about 15 minutes, and in that time she had lost herself in memories of the last few years. Misfortunes, as the saying goes, come in pairs, and she thought that suited her quite well. Although, if you really thought about it, it wasn't just a pair, but rather a whole bunch of problems. Some smaller ones would suddenly hit her from behind and knock her off her feet, but one thing was certain: they were all as unruly as a group of preschoolers. The only good thing that happened to her was Filip. He always understood her and comforted her when things were bad. Of course, in They had been together for three years. They saw each other whenever the opportunity arose. Both had been residents of Krakow since birth, but Filip had to leave when he enrolled at university in Łódź. It was sad that they saw each other so infrequently, but when they did meet, their happiness was endless. Sometimes she even claimed it was better this way, because only then do you truly realize how much you love your loved ones when they're not around. All their thoughts, of course, were directed towards their life together. Marriage, a shared home, and all the pleasures of life that living together could bring. Suddenly, the girl's face lit up, and her perfect white teeth showed. One item on the list would soon become a reality...

Amelia took off her thick blue fleece sweater and cuddled up to him. Now those bad memories came back to her, which sometimes tormented her even in her sleep. A year ago, her father died. His death hit her hard. Cuba was the only one of her five siblings who had such a close relationship with her father. Father, Dad, Papa – that's what she used to call him when he was still alive, and now? How should she think or speak of him now? Her mother couldn't communicate with her, and it was probably mutual. She was Daddy's favorite, and the other four were Mommy's darling children, as she called them. She didn't even have contact with them, except maybe Kamila, who was her oldest sister, and they were the only ones who could understand each other, although she also couldn't understand her love for her father, while her mother instilled in them only hatred for him. All of this was The credit goes to her mother, who tried to cause arguments between her siblings. Perhaps it was to make it easier for her to bring everyone to order and manipulate them. When her father died of a heart attack and she fell into depression, her immediate family didn't make her life any easier. Everyone, starting with her mother and ending with her siblings, ridiculed her and her behavior. Two hours after her father's death, they held a meeting to decide how they would divide her father's savings and valuables. Amelia didn't want anything that was accepted with the general approval of the family. The only thing she fought for was her father's silver pen and a gold medallion depicting a French ruler with her birthdate engraved on the back. Amelia never saw her father without the medallion because he probably never parted with it, and now neither did she. She even saw the silver pen quite often, which she now It was the owner in the left pocket of her father's suit. The upper part of the pen was sticking out of the dark fabric of the clothes. Yes, it was precisely the fact that these objects seemed to live on with her father's spirit that forced her to fight for them. Her family considered them worthless trash, and sooner or later they would have thrown them away, erasing all signs of her father's presence in the house. However, knowing the family, it would have been sooner rather than later. She could never understand why her mother was so angry about the feelings between Amelia and her father. The siblings were perhaps driven by jealousy, but why her mother? Sometimes, she had the impression that she hated him for loving Amelia, just as she hated her daughter. When she heard them arguing, she would hide in her room and cry; she always thought it was because of Everything was incomprehensible to Amelia until she heard very strange words from her dying mother that turned her world upside down. They explained everything, perhaps even too much...