Can love still stay the same after 7 years apart or does all that once was become lost in time.
Willow Gillian was a girl from a small-town called Port Angels in Washington, who managed to land herself a paid internship with a high-end advertising...
I look out of my window and see my home town of Port Angles as the plane lands and the only thing I feel in my stomach is guilt and dread of what's going to happen as I step of this plane. I close my eyes for a mear moment and then next one of the air hostess comes up to me and lets me know that the plane has landed. I smile and thank her whilst thinking to myself what's going to happen in these 4 weeks. I go into the bathroom for a minute to make sure I am ready and refreshed. I'm actually quite proud of my outfit as I tried not to dress to New Yorkie yet I couldn't give up who I had become these past 7 years.
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I hold my necklace before walking off the plain with my bags ready at the bottom of the steps for me in a golf buggy waiting to take me to the main reception building where I knew my Aunt, Mom and god knows who else. I get down the steps and sit down in the cart, then off we go.
We pull round to the main building and I say thank you to the driver as he unloads my bags, then he drives off. I sign in defeat that I am in Port Angles, then I feel the life being squeezed from my body and I know who.
"my sweet little angles homeeeee" she releases me so I am able to hug her back. "Mom" I take a breath and the put on a smile for her hoping she believes me "I've missed you" now that's not a lie it's just where I'm saying it.
At My Childhood Home....
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I stand at the door while my mom is already miles ahead inside with everyone waiting to welcome me home, my Dad notices my nerves and stands beside me and I look up at him "I'm not the same little girl who left Dad, I grew up in New York, I changed, I'm happy there." He smiles at me "sweetheart, I know that and deep down so does your Mom, she just misses having you at home, your her little miracle baby remember". I nod at my Dad knowing he's right and I cuddle into his chest, I missed my Dad's hugs. He releases me and helps to carry in my suitcase. It's time to go in.
I step forward, take one more deep breath to calm my nerves and go into the house to see my family. I take in the sight of my big family and all I feel is guilty. Guilty for not being here more, I've miss seeing everyone, being with them, for the first time in seven years I'm home and I'm surprisingly happy about it. Before I can breath again both my little brothers are in my arms but they're not so little anymore, both 15, both 6 ft. They tower over me as we pull away from one another, I have to look up in order to meet their gaze, god my little baby brothers are so big now. "Gosh look at you two, so tall, so big, where did my tiny little pip squeeks brothers disappear to?" They chuckle and all I can do is feel guilty knowing I haven't seen them in person for over 5 years but before I can even let go of them I hear my name being screamed.
