Luna’s two colors

”Oh s*it!” I yell when the hook stings my finger. ”Alina, language please!”, my sister Alissa yells. It’s easy for her to say, she doesn’t have a bleeding finger and muddy hands. I lift my head and see her children giggling. Those two little rascals are used to me and Alissa’s bickering. Her children are adorable. Sam is 5 years old with an utmost brown eyes, sandy hair and a button nose. His little sister Lily is 3 and has almost as brown eyes as her brother and blond curly hair. She looks like an angel but definitely ain’t one. Sometimes I’m to blame for that. I love to play with them and sometimes teach a new prank or two. Alissa, my dear loving big sister. She has piercing blue eyes, is 5,4 and has long blond hair with natural curls and a nice tan. In the age of 32, married with two children, she sometimes feels like a middle-aged Karen. Luckily, she still has some humor left in her and doesn’t stop me for making my own decisions and lets me have my fun. And me? Yeah. Alina, 25, a single paramedic from North America. I look nothing like my sister. Except the eyes. I, too, have the bluest eyes. I think they look like a clear sky on a summer day. My hair is deep black, and its length is almost to my butt. My height is 5,0, so it doesn’t really take much for my hair to get to my ass level. But my legs are strong, my butt round and my waist tiny. The chest area is maybe too well-developed for my figure. I like to think that I look like a strong warrior garden gnome. What to say? I’m living my life to the fullest, and although I tend to forget I’m supposed to be an adult, I’m happy. I blame the millennial generation, hah I knew t****k could teach us things. Age crise with no idea what I’m supposed to do when I’m old enough. I want to teach my niece and nephew some summer activities, so today’s lesson is fishing. I was trying to put a worm to a hook when the accident happened. Nothing that big of a deal but I startled and that’s why I was cussing. ”So Sam, here is the fishing rod with a fresh slimy worm”, I said and give the rod to Sam. He smiles and takes it. I let Lily choose her worm and put it on the hook without any mistakes and gave the rod to Lily. She takes it with a little squeal and runs to the edge of a little cliff. ”Lily, don’t go too far, or you’ll drop into the lake!”, Alissa said after her. She runs after the kids and I shake my head with a smile and walk after them. The sun is shining and glimmering on the surface of the water. I’m sitting on the grass between the kids and we stare at the corks. ”Maybe all the fish are sleeping? Or are they having lunch with their families?”, Sam thinks and stares at his cork. It’s floating on the surface with zero movement. I try to encourage them to have some patience and trust in the process. Lily sighs and starts to make a wavy movement with her rod. ”That is a good way to try to lure them Lily, way to go”, I said to her. She smiles back and starts to sing a weird song about a baby shark. Funny thing is, I can see a bit under the water and there are no fish near us. Well, maybe they'll come, maybe not. But this is fun and I take this kind of peace anytime. Oh, and why can I see so well? We are werewolves.