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Chapter 47: Reminisce

                 Chapter 47: Reminisce

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    San Diego, 2013

      I always enjoyed San Diego. The nice city, the people, the jobs, the schools, and even the good people who always knew what being friendly was. I guess everything was actually okay until' I had known what living with your other relatives you have barely seen.

My mom had decided to move us temporarily into my Aunt Kat's house with her family which I will say seemed somewhat crowded to me. My cousins, Hailey, Hilary, Jennifer and Melinda are surrounded by me constantly even though I have a step-cousin, Rory who is from my uncle Eric's previous marriage. A child he had out of wedlock. Rory sometimes comes over when his mother lets him since it's a shared custody. A bit like what my aunt Kat and her ex husband and my former uncle Dave do to Hailey or so they have done for years.

The house seems richer than any North would live in as my Grandmother had once said. She never truly or really approved of my mother having me when she was eighteen. I'm not DJ vague on the details. But my mother and my father both met during high school and it was a summer night my mom says she would never forget. And of course her parents were disappointed about her getting pregnant and of course she left home just a bit before graduation and she had decided to live with my dad and his parents in the Greyson Manor. The place that is full of a Royal like garden full of roses and lilies. My dad's parents were obsessed with that garden. And according to my actual memories my dad told me that as a kid he spent time in that garden and he also proposed to my mom in that rose garden.

After my father died it has actually taken a toll on the both of us. And I have gone to six different counselors and of course, mom thought it would be best if I would talk to someone about my feelings because it's only been a year since my dad has passed. And I try not to get into fights with anyone. That's actually the last thing I want. But I only fight in order to end it. My dad always told me that I should fight for what I want and what I believe in. Bring a stupid school that is nothing full of rich kids from San Diego. And I actually hate it. Mostly because we wear stupid rich uniforms and of course everyone expects things to be perfect. Mom always ironing my ties and socks but she always forces me to polish my shoes every freaking Tuesday. And I actually hate it.

My mom tries putting this perfect life together. But that was all before dad died in a stupid explosion just to save someone else's life. And I even pity that person. They lived and he didn't. But I do admire them for being alive because my dad saved that person's life. He sacrificed himself for a stranger. And I'm actually proud of him for doing so. I probably would have done the same. But my memories were staying at the firehouse and just dining with the company of their best made pasta and salad.

I used to run over there after school to see them but mostly to see my dad. Only because I didn't wish to stick at home and wait for mom. It would take her two hours or sometimes three hours to return home, then she'd shower, pour herself a glass of wine and then she'd stay the whole night in the kitchen no matter how late my dad would come home. I would always take the bus back home to the house. So that's why I preferred staying at an empty firehouse or half full with my dad's workers that is by saving people.

Not to mention our house had constantly had bad shit going on with it. In our basement that was connected through the backyard to a short cement stairwell and a door that led to a creaky basement of the house and it would be dark because dad never got around to fix the lights. And the washer never truly worked either. And the water kept leaking from our sink in the small kitchen of ours. And it would actually drive me insane because mom constantly would shove a pot underneath it and then drain it out and replace it back under the sink. My mom tried fixing it but never could. And to pay a plumber actually cost an arm and a leg. It did at that time.