I must've fallen asleep on the way to the house. I awoke to my aunt gently shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes and shook off the cobwebs that sleep held me in. Looking through the windshield of the car I saw a large modern style house made if bricks. There were large bay windows and what I assumed was a skylight in either the kitchen or living room.
I grabbed my bags from the back seat and followed my aunt as she leas me to the front door. Even the front door seemed stately and dignified. Aunt Margret unlocked the door and allowed me to enter first. Her hand rested on my shoulder as I stopped inside the interior of what looked like the mudroom to my childhood home. I was at a momentary loss for words. The mudroom was decorated with the same types of posters and personal effects my late mother had around the house. Memories lingered in the back of my mind.
Aunt Margret seemed like remember how similar the layout of the decor was to me She hugged my shoulder slightly.
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Born Different
HorrorNobody told me anything. The only rules I had to follow were keep my arm wrapped up and to keep a low profile. The problem is that by doing the right thing everything would go wrong.
