Jamaica Short Story

JORGE
One night in Jamaica, a warm breeze rustled the trees, they seemed to whisper to him.
As night fell, he watched the sun set and tried to count the stars.
Jorge sat watching as the stars appeared in the sky.
He couldn’t count, so high and decided and closed his eyes.
Jorge leaned his head back into his palms and sighed. He was sprawled out on the cool grass. He patted his dog beside him.
It would soon be time for dinner and he must go in and help his grandmother prepare the family meal.
These were good times for Jorge. He had just turned ten that May and he felt like a big man. He was a proud child, small for his age with coarse thick bushy hair. He had a beautiful bronze complexion that his grandmother was adamant about keeping
He found him very helpful when they bought their house. Her father helped them through multiple renovations. He seemed to know about everything and Jorge admired him for this.
A year after Annalise and Jorge’s wedding Annalise came to him and told him she had something to tell him. She was very solemn and told him to sit in the living room, she turned off the light and sat on the floor in front of the sofa chair. She told him that her dad wanted to be a woman and she had found out about this when she was a kid. He wanted to know why she didn’t tell him before. She replied that it wasn’t her secret to tell.
After the birth of their first born Jorge began to feel bored with work. He had accomplished as much as he could and no longer felt fulfilled by the work he did. He had always liked helping people and often dreamed of being a police officer.
One morning at 3am Annalise was awake and felt that there was someone outside the house. Suddenly, there was a banging at the front door. Jorge and she went upstairs and peeked outside through the curtains. It was the police. Jorge opened the door, the policeman showed them a mans ID and asked if that man lived there. It turned out to be the next door neighbor who was drunk, so drunk that he didn’t know where he lived. They had brought him home to the wrong house! The metal door had been dented and Annalise was angry. Annalise and Jorge went to the police station to complain about the
She waited until she the same age as herself when she learned her father's Secret.
Raven, very mature her mother knew she would understand the meaning behind the secret.
Raven loved her grandfather, who she only knew as Gran K.
When Raven was born her mother had created the name Gran K as a grandparent and K for the initial Keldon. Raven not bothered by the news at all, she loved Gran K and that was all she knew how to feel about her.
Jalina
Weighing 7 pounds, with a head full of dark curly hair Jalina was welcomed into the world on a cold day in January. Healthy and happy, a very easy-going baby, her big sister was so proud of her new sister.
Ravin helped change her diapers and dress her, she helped fold the baby's laundry. She couldn’t wait until the baby was big enough to play with.
One day Ravin sang her heart out sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, her sister, standing up and supporting herself by holding onto the sofa. Jalina made her way around to where Ravin sat. Almost a year old now, she was getting ready to walk. When she almost reached Ravin she let herself drop onto the floor with a thud and crawled over to Ravin. She looked at her sister singing and leaned over as if to kiss her sister's knee, only she bit it instead! Ravin let out a yelp! “Sissy!” she exclaimed. Jalina