Eien Legacy G.6

Hello, I'm Nami Eien heir of the fifth generation. I'm the youngest of two sets of twins and a brother. I never wanted to become heir but seemed to fit the bill according to my mother. My mother was a loving and caring woman but with 5 children there is bound to be one that feels under loved. That one happens to be me. I didn't get a long really with any of my siblings and even though I was considered the baby, I hardly got any special privileges.

The night I turned 21 was when my life began. Mother and Father had packed the last of their bags as they were to move in with my sisters Mei and Lee. I walked them out to the car and gave each of them a kiss goodbye. My father getting into the car yelled out he fixed my laptop and mother telling me to eat regularly and there is pancakes, sushi, and fruit parfait in the fridge waiting for me. I really wished they would have stayed with me and guided me but since I am the youngest I always feel as if I have something to prove. I waved them off blinking away my tears and kept telling myself they were only a 20 minute drive away.

I walked into the now empty house that was once filled with 5 rambunctious kids and 2 worn out parents. I didn't know what quiet sounded like so it was a bit overwhelming not hearing a giggle, yell, or  whine for once. I turned on the TV to drown out the quiet and fell asleep on the couch. Something woke me up in the middle of the night, I don't know if it was the sudden lump in my stomach or my cellphone ringing. It was Wendell calling. I answered it hoping he was telling me Mother and Father bombarded his place again to fix things and cook for him but I could tell from the tone of his voice it wasn't anything remotely close to that.

He went on to tell me Mother and father were in a really bad accident, both dead on arrival. I suddenly couldn't breath, not alone focus. I said something to Wendell and hung up. I was hoping I was still dreaming. I turned on the news to find them still reporting at the scene. All I heard was, Jalopy crashed straight into a taxi, killing all involved; before turning it off and going upstairs to my laptop. I had so much to say, so much to think about. The only way I knew how to express my feelings were through writing and painting and that is what I did.


I locked myself in the house for 3 weeks without making a sound. All I did was write and paint. I needed to get all my frustrations out before I fulfilled my Mother and ultimately the Eien's wish of bringing us into the next generation. After a while I turned on my cellphone again to find 64 missed calls from my siblings. I returned Ayu's call and by the tone of her voice I knew I worried her sick. She didn't let me speak, not before she told me she was sending over a chef to make me eat. She new I didn't eat when upset. At the thought of food my stomach let me know it was empty. Instead of protesting I told her OK, I'd opened the door for this Chef.

Later that night the doorbell rang. I assumed it were the chef because who else...would actually come and visit? I opened the door and lead the Chef to the kitchen, not even giving him a second glance. As I was walking away he turned me around and grabbed me by the hands. He looked me in the eyes and said I see the hurt and pain but behind all of that I see an intelligent and beautiful women, you mustn't neglect yourself like this. I was one second from yanking my hands away when he let them go. He then without another word turned and began cooking. No longer than 30 minutes later he cooked a whole plate of hot dogs. He said he cooked that because it was the safest of all foods considering I hadn't ate in a while.

I was a little hesitant to eat and so he sat down and started eating with me. We began talking, His name is Ryan, he's a few years older than me and he lives alone. He owns the bistro my parents used to frequent and actually catered to one of their anniversary parties. Inside, I needed this, needed some life around me. He has a passion for cooking, just like I have a passion for painting and writing. He left that night but not without saying he'd come back next week or sooner if I called.

I never called but he always came back earlier than a full week. We ate dinner together and talked. I was starting to open up more and more each...dare I call them...dinner date? He is such a kind and caring man and I wonder why he hasn't met anyone yet. I knew my reason but I wanted to know his too. He told me, most of the women he dated didn't like his working so much, saying he could never be as passionate about them as he is with cooking. I could understand why he didn't bother dating after he told me that but I am different and with every Goodbye I was hoping for a Hello.

We kept this cycle going for about 2 months. I was feeling better and I needed to give a proper goodbye to my parents. I told Ryan this and he offered to come with me. After saying my Good bye he drove me home and I invited him inside. I just felt so much love for this man and I don't know if he was a gift given to me from god in place of taking my parents but whatever the reason I needed to repay him. We made love that night, for the first time and it felt so right. I was willing and he was waiting. He's just what I needed then and he is what I want now. I hope he begins this journey with me because I'd rather not be alone.