The Forgotten Ones

Dinner Party

Song: Couldn't Tell by Dermot Kennedy 

I was quite annoyed that I had to be here just because they "needed" to see me. But I knew they would get upset with me if I didn't show up sooner or later. So here I was, standing at the front door of my parent's house. I don't know whether or not I should be nervous or afraid after everything that has happened. I mean, they do know about Willa and everything that has happened after. They just don't know that I am trying to get Willa back after everything I did do. How am I supposed to explain something like that to them? It's not exactly telling them that I got a new car or something. 

I sighed, sucked up all the nerves I had and knocked on the door, waiting for their maid to open the front door. And soon enough, the maid did. "Mr. Alexander. Welcome, your parents are in the reading room. I will call them down. But your brother is in the back patio." She says politely. "Thanks, Rosey," I say before entering the house. My parents always had the same house for a long time. I grew up here and I don't ever remember them changing much about the house besides the people who cleaned and a few art things. But that's been it. 

Rosey has been the only one that has been around the longest. She wasn't there when I grew up but I remember first seeing her in high school. She has been the only person to satisfy my parent's cleaning needs. She's nice but I never talked to her much. I didn't want to be that kid who grew up having their maid as their nanny. 

Looking around my parent's place, I noticed only a few things different but overall, it was the same. Their place was just a bit larger than mines since they did have my brother and me growing up here but now they only have themselves here. I think they thought they would have grandkids or something staying here often and that is why I think they have kept the place although I don't think that will be happening anytime soon. I walked towards the back where I know my brother will be at. 

There he was, sitting down at a patio table while reading a book. Sometimes, I think that he and Willa were meant for each other. It always made me a bit jealous when they were able to just talk so easily or be in their own bubble while I stood on the sidelines. I shook my head and then put on a fake smile. "Hello, there brother," I say. He looks up at me and then smiles, standing up from his chair. "Alex! Finally, you are here. I am tired of mom and dad's bickering." He says as he gives me a short hug. 

"How are they anyway? Still the same, I want to assume?" I ask him. He rolls his eye. "As always." was his reply. Even though my brother and I don't talk much, I still care about him. Ever since he did step down from joining the family company, my dad still has been bugging him about it, trying to showing him the ropes of the business and stuff. Of course, he still gets annoyed by it but he deals with it because our dad is stubborn. I would be around my dad more but since everything has happened and I have been busy with the company, I haven't been able to. 

"How have you been anyway? You know, since the...thing." My brother says, leaning closer to my ear so that I can only hear his words. I shrug, not wanting to start that conversation until later on. I know that my family will have to eventually know about everything, I just didn't want to have that conversation now. "Things are going, that is all I can say for now," I tell him, reverting my eyes away from him to not grow any further suspicions. I looked around the patio, finding the garden has grown more since the last time which means mom has been making the gardners do more. She always said that a good garden was a wealthy garden although I don't have a lot to say about that. 

"What have you been up to either way? I haven't spoken to you in a while." I ask him, trying to start another conversation and avoid anything about Willa. Daniel shrugs not really saying anything. I know with him, things can get hard in his field of work. He has been traveling in order to help those in need, working with the Red Cross and other organizations which I know cannot be easy. It is not as luxurious as my job can be.