- The Twelve Days of Stella (Part 1)
- The Twelve Days of Stella (Part 2)
- The Twelve Days of Stella (Part 3)
- The Twelve Days of Stella (Part 4)
- The Twelve Days of Stella (Part 5)
- The Twelve Days of Stella (Part 6)
Stella considered Troy’s statement. You can’t just ignore a passion. He was willing to face his family’s—and his ancestor god’s—disapproval to pursue the thing he loved the most.Her mom had felt that way about painting.
Stella wasn’t sure she had that kind of passion. For anything.
“Or who knows,” Troy said with a laugh, interrupting her thoughts. “I’ll probably chicken out and go to med school anyway.”
“No.” She shook her head slowly. “I don’t think you will.”
Not when he cared enough to bring a live snake to the pantheon temple.
He studied her for a moment, and she could practically feel his confusion. What was he thinking? For a brief instant she was tempted to let herself into his thoughts, but she steeled her resolve.
“I guess we’ll see,” he finally said.
They fell into a silence. Troy gazed up at the painting of his ancestor god, with a miserable look on his face. Stella stared blankly at nothing in particular. Suddenly, more than anything, she wanted to know what her passion was. She would be going off to college in a few months, starting her adult life, and she had no idea what she wanted to do.
“How did you know?” she asked.
Troy looked at her. “Know what?”
“That you wanted to be a musician,” she explained. She tugged nervously at the hem of her shirt, then caught herself and pressed her hands against her thighs. “How did you know you didn’t want to be a doctor?”
“I don’t know,” he answered, unhelpfully. “I guess I’ve just always known. I’ve always turned to music as my escape when everything else seems impossible.”
Great. She couldn’t think of anything she viewed as an escape. Maybe she wasn’t supposed to have a passion. If she was, wouldn’t she have found it by now? Shouldn’t she at least have some clue by now?
“You heading home?” he asked, clearly oblivious to her deflating mood. “I’ll walk with you and pop in on Phoebe.”
She nodded and they headed out of the temple. They didn’t speak. Normally Stella would feel compelled to make small talk, to fill the awkward silence. But right now all she could think of was finding her passion. It seemed like everyone but her had a passion. Troy had his music. Phoebe had running. Daddy had the school. Her mom had had painting.
What did Stella have?
Tune in tomorrow for the next installment. [Part 8]
Hugs,
TLC
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