I looked at Caroline sleeping in the back. I sighed in relief, she hates car rides, and we still have an hour till we get to my moms. I turned on the radio and Goodbye by Miley Cyrus came on. I felt a tear come to my eye and I blinked it away quickly. I sang to it slowly. "I remember when we kissed I still feel it on my lips the time that you danced with me with no music playing I remember the simple things I remember till I cry but the one thing I wish I'd forget the memory I wanna forget" I changed it quickly as tears started brimming in my eyes. I pulled onto my mom road and just sat in silence hearing Toy Story 3 play on Caroline's portable DVD player. Once I pulled into my moms drive way she came bundled up in her coat. I swear its always snowing here. She came to my window and I rolled it down. "I will grabbed Caroline and you can grab your stuff." I nodded it and rolled it back up and got out. Mom wrapped Caroline in her Purple blanket and carried her inside. I grabbed the diaper bag and her suitcase. I took them inside and set them by the door. I went back out and grabbed my suitcase and purse. I walked inside and set them down.
I felt arms wrap around me and I turned to see my niece, Cassandra, smiling at me. "I'VE MISSED YOU!!" I put my hand over her mouth. "Caroline is sleeping!" I yell at a whisper.
"Sorry." I handed her Caroline's bag and my purse and we carried them into the guest room. It still looked the same from when I lived here. Bright blue walls, a twin bed with creme colored beding. "So, how long are you guys here?" she asked setting down the bags. " Two weeks." I said running my fingers through my knotted hair. "Come on lets go to the living room." We walked out there and I looked to see my other sister, Courtney, Cassandra's mom. Joey, Cassandra's dad. Also to see Mrs. and Mr. Franta sitting on the couch. I started to chock on air and went right past the living room and into the kitchen. I got a bottle of water and soon heard footsteps coming into the kitchen. I took a drink and I seen Courtney. "Are you okay?" She asked taking my water bottle and taking a drink. I took another sip and then nodded. "Yeah lets go." We walked back out to the living room and everybody looked at me. I bit my lip hard and sat down next to Joey. He smiled at me and I smiled back lightly.
Courtney and Joey were only 15 and 16 when Cassandra was born. Now they are 30 and 31. Cassandra is 14, she could be my sister. Cassandra is also like my daughter. She calls me whenever she needs me, or when her mom is being a prune. I smiled at the thought. "Allie. Allie." I looked to see everybody staring at me. "Sorry, I zoned. What were we talking about again?" I asked looking at my mom.
"Christmas Dinner. The Franta's were going to come over, including Connor." She said putting an emphasise on Connor. I nodded. "Sounds good." I said right before I heard a cry from another room. "Excuse, I have to go get her." I got up and went into my moms room to see Caroline sitting up in the bed crying. "Hey, Caroline. Its okay mommy's here." I soothed her and she stopped crying. I put her on my hip and walked back out into the living room. Mr. and Mrs. Franta starred at her as if they saw a ghost.
That didn't surprise me much, they haven't seen me since before I got pregnant. Also she looked so much like Connor. Her pale blue eyes, that are only like that during the winter, and during the summer turn emerald green. Dirty blond hair, his smile. She only has my curly hair, and nose. She could be a replica to her father.
"Is, she yours?" They asked looking into my eyes, basically my soul. "Yes." I nodded lightly. I sat on the couch and set her on the ground. She went over to my dad and he picked her up. "Who's the dad?" Mrs. Franta asked with eager. I bit my lip then her phone rang. "Please excuse me." She went into the kitchen and took the phone. Connor's dad just starred at me. I used to call him dad, never Mr. Franta, but that changed when I stopped talking to Connor. I completely stopped talking to him once I got pregnant. I was scared what he would think, what he would say, or do. I was afraid he would just stop kick me out of is life, so I kicked him out of mine.
