Fate's Redemption (7 page)

I watch the rearview mirror behind my camera
as three dark brown heads bend down and pull out different bags
from their seats. Zippers open simultaneously and then three gasps
are heard. I put my fingers over my mouth to stop the laugh that
wants to burst free.

Trigg looks up first and I shrug. "I need B
roll." This trip is huge. We're moving away from everything they
remember, and going to the unknown. Trigg is like me, and is
fascinated by my camera. He has it more than I do usually, so I got
him one so that he can record his thoughts on this journey. He
doesn’t want to move, and has been very vocal about it. I'm hoping
he can find some excitement through the lens. He smiles and tears
it out of the box.

Harper catches my attention as she looks up
wide-eyed with her mouth open. I squee like a little girl and clap
my hands, making her come out of her shock and do the same. She
holds up her new Macbook Air and shouts to Trigg sitting behind
her. "Look, Trigg! Look!"

He looks up and yells back, "Sweet, Harp!"
They're eighteen inches away from each other, but it doesn't
matter.

Harper is an introvert, like her dad. She
holds things in. She can't seem to express what she's feeling
sometimes. And she loves helping me edit my videos. I'm hoping she
can type out whatever she's feeling, and the autocorrect on her
computer will help her improve her spelling. I'm crossing my
fingers she will edit her brother's videos, too.

"Breaker, breaker, come in. Breaker, breaker,
one, nine," Jet says, holding his camo walkie-talkie up to his
face.

There's static and then, "This is the Goat,
over."

Jet's eyes light up and he presses his button
down again. "Grandpa!"

"This is the Goat, who is this?"

Jet squints his eyes in thought, bites his
tongue then responds. "This is the White Witch. What's your
position, over."

I yell, "Hey!"

Jet rolls his eyes at me. "Mom, he's in the
GTO and it's called a goat. Why can't our white van be a
witch?"

“Why can't it be a dove?" I shoot back.

His eyes go bright and he comes back with,
"I've got it, it can be Moby's dick!"

"Moby Dick. It's Moby Dick!" Gah, read the
kid the classics, and that's what I get.

"Fine, we can be the White Witch," I concede,
but he's already shaking his head.

"I like the dick one better."

"Stop saying that!" I exclaim and the other
kids laugh.

"White Witch, I'm looking at your backside.
You've got something sticking out. Looks like you forgot to wipe,"
my dad reports as my van explodes in laughter that is music to my
ears.

We all share the same sense of humor, and it
gets pretty vulgar sometimes. Sebastian would hate it, but we have
a lot of fun, and they know when it's appropriate.

I tell Jet, "There's something else in there,
big guy."

He digs into his backpack and pulls out a
director's clapper with a dry erase marker attached.

He snaps it shut a few times. "So. Cool."

"Now you can yell action and cut when we're
taping. Write down your name where it says D I R, that's the
director." Multipurpose; he practices his handwriting, it's easier
for all of us in editing, and he feels included.

Trigg says, "Wait a minute. You got us all
movie stuff. Why is that?" Suspicious, smart child.

I turn in my seat so I can meet their eyes.
"A few reasons. I want you to have fun. You're my kids, so you
enjoy this stuff. And it's going to be summer soon. Moving, we're
going to have tons of videos to shoot. Things like home improvement
I'm sure, daily life on the farm, cooking, canning, fishing,
horseback riding at your gran's house. This is a big change for us,
and our viewers might not know how to do the stuff we're going to
learn to do. We can teach them."

I’ve never done this before. I've always done
it myself, with them as extras or assistants in my videos. They've
never been the main person before. I'm nervous, but a lot of
viewers have kids their age.

Harper jumps on what I've eluded to. "Are you
saying we get our own channel?"

Trigg sucks in a breath, and I think he's
holding it. I look back at the three pairs of eyes that mean the
most to me in the world and nod. "I have conditions. Number one.
If, and I mean if, you can do a good job, which I know you will.
Number two. You don't tell anyone where we live. Number three, you
stay on point and don't bad mouth me or each other. Number four,
your grades stay up, and chores get done. Oh, I have to approve
everything before posting it."

I get yells and screams and hold up a hand
for silence. "That means I have the password, not you. You show me
the videos, and I'll upload them for you."

They all eye each other like partners looking
for an investor then turn back to me in unison and nod. Jet holds
out his hand and I shake it solemnly before shaking the others’
hands.

After that's done, I bug my eyes out at the
camera and then press play on my phone, letting Justin Bieber bring
us into Canada as the snow starts to fall.

Brandace Morrow is an Army wife currently
overseas with her four small children, two dogs and badass soldier.
Her addictions are Maroon 5, Rum and Coke, and books, in no
particular order.

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