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June 20, 2355

My mama gave me this journal for my 10th birthday. I wasn't sure what I would put in here so after my polite thank yous I put it aside. Maybe all of a week later, Mama heard from her family. Her sister has fallen ill. Today she told me and my brothers that she wants to go see her sister. Of course Kaith and Kang were more than willing to go. I'm not big on all this Klingon stuff even if Mama did contribute half of what makes me up and even if I did share a womb with my pro-Klingon brothers.

Mama's having us pack all our things, I wonder if she's even planning on coming back to Luna? Well she's coming to check on me, I probably should get back to packing, I'll put the journal in my carry on.

June 24, 2355

The trip to Mama's home planet was a long one and it felt good to finally get out and step foot on a solid ground with natural gravity. It's different here compared to Luna. It seems the gravity here's naturally stronger than Luna's but I hardly noticed because most places on Luna had an artificial gravity thing in them.

As soon as we got off the transport Mama ran to a big Klingon man, and they hugged. She introduced him as her only brother, Koraith. He took me in a big hug and told me that even if I was half Trill, I had the look of someone who would greatly honor our family. I know he meant it as a complement, but it bothered me. If my father was good enough for my mother, he was good enough for me to be proud he's my father.

After paying similar praise to each of my brothers, who both glowed with pride over it, we were taken home to meet the rest of Mama's family. Her father had died before she had even met my father, and her brother is head of the family. Her mother didn't seem to like us much, and Mama later told us that she had crushed her mother by marrying our father. Apparently the rest of her family was more accepting than her mother. Her younger sister was very happy to see us and had gifts for each of us. My brothers each got a practice bat'leth and are outside with our uncle, the husband of Mama's younger sister, getting lessons on how to use them. I got a practice knife, kinda slick in design there are two smaller blades that tuck into the main blade and are loaded on a spring to flip out at the press of a button. My aunt says that when we learn how to use them, we'll get the real thing. I'll humor them, and learn how to use it, but I doubt I'll make much use of it. It'll probably make a nice display piece when I get older.

We haven't met my mother's older sister yet. Her brother told Mama when he thought I wasn't listening that we have to wait until tomorrow to see her, since it is late and she needs all the sleep she can get if she's going to make it. I think that was worse than Mama expected, because she looked sad the rest of the evening.

I asked her about it when she put me to bed, and she told me to not worry. She then gave me a hug and a kiss on the forehead, something she hadn't done in a couple of years. Even if she's sad about how her sister is, I think she's happy to be with her family again, we're probably not going back to Luna any time soon. I just hope that I can get myself comfortable with Klingon customs.

July 1, 2355

We've been visiting aunt B'Talla in the hospital every day, but today we didn't go. Mama went early this morning with her brother, and hasn't been home all day. It's nearly dinner time, and I wonder what's taking them so long.

Aunt B'Talla had a husband who died a year or so ago, and she has a daughter who's eight or so years older than I. She came over today, and she looked like she'd been crying, but no one would say why in front of me and my brothers. When she saw me, she smiled and started speaking English as I'd learned it in the schools on Luna. It was nice since I was better with this than Klingon which is all anyone would speak since we'd gotten here.

She and I talked for a while, and she promised me we'd go out and have some fun, she might even get one of her pilot friends to take me for a ride. I'm hoping she can have that happen, I know I've watched planes and pilots with envy, maybe I could get some ideas if this is something I wanted to pursue.

It will also be nice to have someone to talk to. I know enough Klingon to understand base stuff that's said to me and I can give simple replies, but ask me to explain what I did last week and I'll have to switch over to English. Since it looks like Mama wants to stay, I'd better work on my Klingon, maybe my cousin can help me.

July 9, 2355

Aunt B'Talla died that day Mama and Uncle Koraith were gone. They had been called by the doctors early that morning because she was having trouble, more than before. The doctors had stabilized her by the time Mama and Uncle Koraith got there, cousin Mara had been there all night. Mama said all three talked it over, and questioned the doctors, then decided that even if Aunt B'Talla lived past this, she wouldn't even be a ghost of her former self, and the life support systems were turned off. Cousin Mara couldn't stay to watch her mother die, so she left, but Mama and Uncle Koraith stayed to take care of whatever there was to take care of.

The funeral was a week later, and I felt uncomfortable, since I hardly knew anyone, and most were giving us odd looks, probably because of the fact it was quite obvious we were half Trill. Mama's direct family were about the only ones who didn't look at us with disgust. Cousin Mara had a smile for me, and that made me feel better, even if it was a half hearted one, but then it was her mother's funeral.

Mama had us sent home to bed long before things were over, but I was happy to be away from the people who very clearly didn't like me and my brothers.

The next day cousin Mara asked me if I wanted to go with her. She needed to go to the town a little ways away to sign some legal documents about what was to happen to her mother's weapon repair shop, then she was going to stay for dinner and maybe shopping.

I told her I would like to but asked her if the people there would look at me the way most people did the day before. She thought a moment then told me that those people looked at me that way because I was different and they were scared of that, and I shouldn't let it bother me, they're just afraid of change from the old ways.

We had fun that day even though it look us three tries to find a restaurant that would serve us. I got my hair cut into a shorter style than where I'd had it down to my mid-back, then we had some holo-images made of us together. Getting home later than Mara had told Mama we would be, we got into a little trouble, but luckily Mama liked how my hair looked short and didn't get mad about that, she just asked Mara if she was going to do something big like this with me again, ask first. Mama then tucked me into bed, and said as she hugged me that she loved me and she was glad I was strong enough to handle the prejudices people were holding against me and my brothers. I wasn't sure exactly what she was talking about, but felt it had something to do with how Mara said they were scared of me for being different. I told her that I loved her too and I realized people were just scared of me. She smiled, and kissed my forehead, then said as she left the room that she was glad I understood.

August 26, 2355

We've been here for two months now. Mama told me, and my brothers, that she's enrolled us in the local school after being talked into it by Uncle Koraith. She was worried we might have trouble from the other children but Aunt Ba'el insisted we should get to know friends our own age.

We're to start two weeks from tomorrow she said. I'm not sure if I should look forward to it, or if I should worry. Kaith and Kang are both excited and looking forward to it. I know now at least, that we really are staying for at least a while, since Mama's making us go to school. We'll see how this turns out.

September 9, 2355

I want to go back to Luna! Or anywhere else other than this place. Not only am I different, but they all think I'm stupid! So what if I don't speak this language fluently? I wasn't here since birth and my former school focused on English.

At least they know I can defend myself and won't let them push me around, and I'll give Klingon culture one thing, at least it teaches people not to gang up on a person, or let them go into a fight unfairly, so I should be okay as long as my classmates stay “honorable”.

My brothers don't get picked on like I do, since their skin color and hair color are dark like is normal for Klingons, their spots seem to go unnoticed or ignored by our classmates. I, on the other hand, got the light skin and red hair from our father, so I stick out like a sore thumb. My brothers did the smart thing and left me to fight my own battles and not draw the wrath of our classmates, they just have to deal with the taunts because of their relation to me.

I came home with a black eye today, and Mama got all angry. She wanted to know each and every person involved, and why none of the teachers did anything. I insisted it was nothing and just asked to get something to take care of my eye.