Discovering Me

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I come home that evening with a small basket of all the things I made when I was with Charlet. She taught me so many new things I hadn't know before.

I untie the basket from my bike and bring all the goodies inside. I walk up the basement stairs into the living room where my father is sitting watching tv. I sit in a chair since he's on the couch. I'm scared to sit exactly next to him without completely knowing a lot about him yet.

"So, where you've been?" He asks in a deeper than normal voice. I kinda squint my eyes and put a 'uh something is wrong with your voice' face on.

"I'm getting a cold I think." He says. I nod in return.

"I was with Charlet. Making some things. Turns out she's a crafter too!" I say holding up the basket.

"I see. Charlet must be a friend if that's where you have been the past couple days." I smile and nod.

I bring the basket to where he's sitting, "This is the stuff I made today." I say sitting kinda close to him but enough away to still see each item he picks up.

"Charlet said," I begin a little nervous, "that if I wanted, and if you allowed, that she would put some of my stuff in her shop." I say with nerves in my voice.

My father nods in understanding and then speaks up, "I didn't know Charlet had a shop."

"I didn't either. She just introduced me to all of this today." I reply back instantly.

"I say, before I make a decision we ride down to the shop tomorrow. I'll look around and see how I feel about the shop. I'll tell you then how I feel about this." He says optimistically.

I nod smiling and without thinking I run over to him and give him a hug. Almost immediately I back off.

"Sorry." I say.

"No need to be sorry, we are family."

That night I lay in my bed thinking about that word family.

Family.

I have a family.

I drift off into my dreams.