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Summary: This is the future in a report written by Buffy's daughter. It's part of
the No Regret's series, but could be read on it's own.
Lexie Harris stared at the blank paper in front of her. She was supposed to be writing a report on family and their effect on you. Family, her's was made up of a lot of people that weren't even related to her by blood.
She stared at the paper again. And she began to write.
My name is Alexia Willow Harris. I am the daughter of Xander Lavelle Harris and Buffy
Anne Summers Harris. I have an older brother Giles Henry and an older sister,
Kendra Joyce. My family means alot to me and they have taught me many things.
I have learned to have a sense of humor from my Dad, he makes lots of jokes and tries not to take things too seriously unless he has too. He is a good Dad, I get told all the time that I look like him. That's not a bad thing, I have a good looking Dad. I know he loves me, he shows it in a million ways. He takes me out for ice cream when I am sad.
I have learned strength from my Mom. She is one of the strongest people I know, she always faces problems head on. And she doesn't complain alot, she says we should savor every moment of our lives, the good and the bad. She is a beautiful woman, my sister looks like her. She loves me, and shows me by little things, she listens to me and when I am sick she sits by my bed and rubs my back until I fall asleep.
My older brother Giles, he is very patient. I try to be like him, that way. He is always willing to help me when I need help on homework and he doesn't get tired of explaining things to me. He is a good mixture of my Mom and Dad, dark hair and hazel eyes.
My older sister Kendra. She is not patient, and she is very impulsive. Sometimes I wish I could be more like her, she doesn't look before she leaps. I love her for that and she has taught me to take a few risks.
Lexie stopped writing and stared out the window, thinking about the next paragraph. She smiled thinking about her parents. They were old, but if you came downstairs to get a drink of water, you might still catch them kissing on the couch, it was almost embarrassing, they still held hands at the mall. In a way it was also comforting, to know that they loved each other that much.
Lexie began to write again.
I have great grandparents. They all love me very much and are good to me. My Grandma
Joyce teaches me about art, she has a gallery. I have a special grandpa, Grandpa Giles.
He isn't related to me by blood, but he is still family. He loves my Mom, just like she
waas his daughter. And he has taught me that if your stressed, a nice cup of hot tea and
a good book can calm you down.
My parents are both only children, so I don't have any true Aunts and Uncles. But I have plenty of them anyway. My favorite aunt has to be Aunt Willow. I am named after her, she is a wonderful person, she is calm and never seems to lose her temper. My Mom says I am like her, thats a compliment. She is married to Uncle Oz, he is a great guy. Nothing ever seems to bother him, and he really listens when you talk to him. They have two kids Jessie and Angelia. They are like another brother and sister to me.
My Aunt Coredelia is truly beautiful and very stylish. She is a designer, she and Uncle Garrett have no children. They spoil us to make up for that. She gives great gifts and tips on makeup and stuff. She says with her help Kendra will get Homecoming Queen this year.
I also have an Aunt Faith, but she prefers to just be called Faith. She doesn't visit often, but when she does it's great. She treats us all like we are adults, I see my Mom give her that "not in front of the kids look" all the time. My Mom loves her though, she always seems sad when she leaves, almost as if she is afraid she won't come back.
I have to say that my very favorite uncle is Uncle Angel. He is so good to us all. And you can tell he would do anything for us. Uncle Angel isn't married, my sister Kendra, says that he must have had his heart broken really bad. Because someone who looks as good as he does, should have a girlfriend. I know that he loves me because, he pats my head and teases me by calling me "that Xander looking child".
Lexie put the pencil down again and began to think about Uncle Angel. She thought Kendra was right, he had been hurt once. But she thought that her Mom must know something about it. When he didn't think anyone was looking, Uncle Angel would look at her Mom with a sad, wistful look in his dark eyes. Lexie doubted her Mom would ever tell her the whole story there.
She picked up the pencil again and began to write the conclusion of the report.
In conclusion, I have decided that "family" does not necessarily mean those who share
thier genes with you. Family is all the people who care for you and love you and
are there for you in good times and bad. I am lucky to have one of the most caring
families in the world.
She put her paper up and went to tell her wonderful parents goodnight. As she went to bed that night, she said a silent thank-you to God for her family and extended family.