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Meeting My New Mother

     I slept the whole way on the plane. I don't have any idea why I was so completely exhausted, but I've never slept that much. The lady that sat next to me even had to wake me up when the flight was over; when we had landed.
    
     I was told that the mother of the Richard family was holding a sign that read my last name, Jones, in bold black lettering. This sounded just like one of those cliché movies where the limo driver holds up the person's last name.
    
     I walked out of the jet bridge, with my little purple carry on bag held tightly in my right hand. I've had this bag since I was very young. It was something I would never let go of. I had to check my other suitcase, it was slightly too large.
    
     I looked around and saw couples embracing, parents embracing their children, siblings embracing, too much embracing for me.
    
     Hugs were just that awkward thing that people did when they didn't know how to tell each other how much they cared for one another. Plus, I wasn't hugged often, I didn't seem to strike people as "the huggable type". I mean, I've been hugged before, but it wasn't very natural or very loving either, so it didn't exactly count.
    
     Awhile later, after some of the chaos had cleared, I saw a tall women with a business suit and short blonde hair standing up, holding a perfect looking sign that read, "Jones, Rory". My heartbeat kicked up a notch. My guts felt as though they were going to slip out of my nose. I took a deep, relaxing breath and told myself, that this time would be the best of all.
    
     I casually approached the lady, whose name I remembered to be, maybe Elizabeth?
    
     "Hello Mrs. Richard, I'm Rory," I said and then I flashed the friendliest smile I could manage without vomiting.
    
     See, being friendly wasn't exactly my thing, but I had to make an effort. The nice looking lady smiled back, revealing overly large, bleached white teeth. Mrs. Richard was wearing expensive looking sunglasses so I couldn't see her eyes.
    
     "It is a pleasure to finally meet you Ms. Jones. I am so glad to welcome you into our household. I've heard so many great things about you. Oh and please, do call me Elizabeth!" Mrs. Richard said with a small twang. She then offered to carry my bag, but I refused.
    
     "Don't you have anymore luggage?" She inquired.
    
     "Yes ma'am. I had to check it though."
    
     "Ok, let's go retrieve that, and then we will be on our way! My house is at a slight distance, 35 minutes away, is alright?"
    
     "Oh yes, that's fine!" I answered her. Elizabeth' slid her sunglasses on top of her head. Her eyes were green, crinkled at the ends from smiling too much. I knew then, that she was a very happy lady. I started to think that I was going to like it in Florida.