Elsie Taylor knew nothing more than the life that involved the constant moving around. She had always thought that it was normal to not have a place to call home, as she was too young to understand what was really going on.
"I knew nothing more tha...
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| Henry Taylor |
I stopped the car, as I pulled up to the front of the house. I let out a sigh, knowing that Jack and Oliver were back from practice, meaning an hour long conversation about how bad it was from Oliver. Jack was sadly the one that had to pick him up while I usually did the drop off.
Sighing once more, I reached over and grabbed my bag, before getting out of the car. I could already hear the shouting as I walked up to the front door, unlocking it. "You don't get it! They all have their little friends there and I have no one!" I heard Oliver shout, as I knew the tears would be streaming down his face.
Oliver had never really had anyone go to his games as a little kid, so when Mom and Dad disappeared, I tried my hardest to make it to all of his games. No one made it to mine, so I made sure that the special games, I was most definitely there for, and every other game in between. I loved seeing him smile when he noticed that I was in the stands.
"Ollie, why do you care about their little girlfriends? if you wanted a girlfriend, I'm sure half the girls at school would fall all over you, hoping that you picked them. If that's the problem, I'm sure you can solve it in a matter of minuets of talking to any of the girls in your grade. I don't get why your so upset that they have girlfriends there at the practice. They probably don't even go to all of the games like we do"
I understood exactly where both Ollie and Ezra were coming from. "It's alright Ollie" I wrapped my arms around my youngest brothers shoulders from behind, pulling him into my front. I knew that throughout this time, it was hardest for him. I always made sure to hug all of my brothers, but Ollie always needed them the most.
Even if he hated that I still babied him by making sure that he texted me wherever he was and what he was doing and that he still had a curfew at the age of 18, he was my little baby brother. He needed to be babied by someone, and that someone just so happened to be me, even if he told me how much he hated it.
He turned around, so that his face was pressed into my front. I felt my racing heart calm down with my little brothers arms around me. "It's ok Ollie. We will be there for the first game of the season, right up until the end" I murmured in his ear, as he shrugged as a response. Whenever he came home, tired and upset, I knew that he would be moody for the next couple of hours. That was just how my little Ollie was.
"Go and get packed. We are going camping!" I cheered once I knew that Ollie had wiped his tears and was past his little cry. I felt comforted, knowing that I was one of the only people he felt comfortable to cry too about things that seem so little but so big to him. "We are going camping at the start of term?" the confusion in his tone and his face just made me nod and smile even brighter.
One thing that I had made sure to keep going after our parents disappearance 9 years ago was camping. Growing up, we always went on a yearly camping trip just before the end of summer, usually at the start of the school term. Recently, I had had to push it back, more towards the end of the summer holidays, but now, I had been able to put back on the same date that we always used to have it when we were little.
