That same night, several calls from my mother interrupted my time at the party.
"You finally respond, Miranda. Where are you?"
"Why do you care? You've been out of town for six months now".
"Don't you talk to your mother like that! I'm going to ask you one last time, where are you?"
"I'm at a friend's birthday party. Ask dad, don't call me".
"I want you back in twenty minutes. You have to come home. If you don't, Walter will pick you up".
I sighed in response. I didn't hate mum, but she wasn't around most of the time, so I was annoyed that she thought she could just turn up suddenly and drag me wherever she wanted.
"Why are you back, mum?"
"Could you be any more stubborn? I'm staying this time, Miranda. For good. So come back home as soon as possible".
I looked at the lights shining in the house. I closed my eyes and I fumbled with the keys in my pockets. As I took them, I opened my dad's car.
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Heartstrings
Short StoryEven the strangest beginnings can lead to the most meaningful connections. Part I of «The Heart Series».
