Chapter 1 – Page 60
As should be obvious by now, I am not well-acquainted with how websites work, so this will be the first post to be directly tied to a comic itself instead of vaguely associated with it. Exactly why it took me this long to figure out that was a thing I could do is a matter between me and the ambitious part of my soul that felt that making a webcomic was a really swell idea.
Before we delved into any further craziness, I really wanted to explore the kind of relationship Si and her father have. They do love each other, but it’s an emotionally muffled sort of love that recognises there are places neither of them can really touch in each other’s lives. It’s a source of anguish for Dr Qareen that he really can’t dedicate the time towards his daughter that he really needs to, and as well as that I get the feeling that emotional warmth and simple relaxation just aren’t things that come to him easily, hence the apparently acrimonious end to his marriage that we only hear snippets about.
Their family’s situation has forced Si to be more responsible than other girls her age, and that amount of responsibility can be suffocating for one so young. Dr Qareen is as aware of this as any parent should be, but ultimately there’s only so much he can do to rectify that, and both he and Si know that. But just because she recognises that other vulnerable people need him doesn’t mean she has to be happy about it.
Pita is paused at the door, agonising over what to do.
PITA: ...I can’t.
PITA: I’m sorry - Mrs Kameel is still getting used to her new hip, and if I put off Ron Taffard’s appointment one more day he will start eating the furniture.
Panel 2:
Si leaps off the bed, frustrated.
SI: Pitā, our house blew up! My school blew up!
SI: Okay, so I didn’t like neither of the big blocky places, but ya talk ‘bout “rules being different fer us,” I fink that counts-!
PITA: Si…
Panel 3:
Si is clutching her head. Pita is halfway out the door.
SI: Auuugh…
SI: “When people need you, there ain’t no excuses.”
PITA: “There are no…” actually, close enough.
Panel 4:
Si is looking forlornly up at her father.
PITA (off-panel): My mātā made me live by those words - when the time comes I want you to choose whether to live by them yourself.
SI: So what am I s’posed ta do till ya get back? Can’t go walking with the feds right outside, can I?
Panel 5:
The violin is foregrounded on the carpet while Pita talks to Si from outside the room.
PITA: Homework?
SI: Went up with the school.
PITA: Play with your phone?
SI: Can’t...uhhh, no batteries.
PITA: Hm...why don’t you practice your violin?
Panel 6:
Si eyes the violin suspiciously.
SI: Ain’t mine.
PITA: Make it yours! The school is hardly in a position to take it back, is it?
SI: ...guess not.
PITA: Well then! Love you, Si.
