CHAPTER 3

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As much as I was happy for my mother to have some fun in life and not just work and myself, I was also a bit concerned. We were in London only a few weeks now so it was pretty natural that I was caring. Even though the guy seemed pretty decent. We never know a monster next to us, after all.

  "Uhm, Mum?" I asked the woman, who was paying attention to the piano she had been playing for about an hour already.

  "Yes, sweetheart?"

  I leaned onto the wall, that was kind of dividing the living room and kitchen, with a mug of tea in my hands as I took in a breath: "How long have you known this H... guy?"

  "Henry," I heard her say, to which she started playing some new piece. "We've known each other for a few years already."

  As a sign of understanding, I nodded. However, it still looked like she had something more to say, or maybe she just remembered some more of their encounters. A few years could even mean that they met in university or something like that.

  "He was your uncle's classmate," she stated after some more playing.

  The university was pretty close. Well, she didn't say which school so I could be right. Mum's brother had studied music in one and this Henry guy was playing in an orchestra. Wow, the family meetings in the future could be quite interesting if they started dating. Stayed. Or weren't they yet?

  "How are the girls?"

  Just as I was prepared to leave for my bedroom, Mum gave me a questioning look. I did tell her some news my friends told me over the calls we made and some texts, but nothing over the almost passed weekend.

  "Good," I shrugged. "Nothing special out there."

  "Yeah, it was always such a peaceful town."

  I smiled over the thought of my home town. She was right. At least from what I knew... since I was only a teenager. There was never much going on. Well, the pregnant student was something I heard for the first time from there.

  Soon, I was back in my room, controlling if I didn't forget to do something for school. Thankfully, there was nothing undone so I had a few hours of free time. Nice.

  It was Sunday and I had nothing to do. Well, of course, I could watch a movie or something, but I just didn't feel like it. Everything just suddenly seemed so boring when I had time just for myself. I didn't even have anyone to hang out with. All my friends were far away, together, could hang out any time and I was stuck here, all alone.

  Sighing, I lay down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. So white. So empty. It felt good to look up there from time to time, however, now it didn't feel that way. It was just freaking lonely. It looked like a mental hospital - just as Amy had stated.

  "Sidney?" I heard my mum's voice from the corridor. I turned my head to face the door as I could hear her steps behind them. "Your father called."

  "Oh... Why?" I asked, waiting for her to come in. Just what she soon did.

  Leaning on my door frame seconds later, she smiled: "He asked if they could be for Christmas here, with us."

  Now, I had to sit up. First of all, I was surprised. Not badly, but very nicely. I didn't expect Dad to spend Christmas with us and his new family together. However, it sounded nice. Really. Thankfully, this family wasn't on bad terms among the members. A dream of most, I could only guess. What a win.

  "Okay," I shrugged, to which I remembered something. "And uhm... my friends asked if they could come over for New Year."

  "Of course they can."

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