Stolen Memories

12 ~ Keeping Up With The Holdeners

Luke

Trading through my old neighbour gave me such great nostalgia. It has changed so much since I moved in with Reece but the lively atmosphere still felt the same.

My childhood home was across the road from where my older brother, Nick and I used to play when we were little

The spring seesaw flew up and down all on it's lonesome, waiting for a cheerful child to play on it.

As the jungle jim was occupied by a gaggle children without having a care in the world.

Seeing them makes me wish that I never wished to grow up and just enjoy simply being a kid instead of wanting to be an adult as quick as I could.

Because being a adult is not always what it's cracked up to be.

I knocked at the door of my childhood home, its exterior is a Freehold Semi detached three bedroom house.

Accompanied by an entrance porch, 25' dual aspect reception\dinning room and a kitchen with French doors nearby the garden.

The sprang door open and there stood my mother wearing a warm smlie and a relaxed demeanour.

"Lukey bear!" She engulfed me in a lovingly hug outside the entrance. "What a surprise, I'm so happy to see you sweetie"

I smiled and held onto her if my life depended on it.

"You too mum"

We wandered into the house linking arms. In the corner of my I noticed a familiar dark leather jacket hanging on a pole inside of the hallway.

Underneath it laid an old guitar case with stickers of various names of musicians and places written across it.

I stared at my mum who simply gave me a mischievous grin, covering her hands over her mouth.

"Hey!" A familiar masculine boomed stepping out of the living room. "I'm here too you know. Or did I just turned into Casper The Friendly Ghost?"

He leaned against the wall curving a crooked smlie on his face.

"Nick!" In a instant I run into my big brother's arms on the verge of tears. Because It's been so long since we last saw one another.

Nick I didn't want to admit it deep down. But I knew that he did indeed missed me like I had missed him.

After our mini reunion Nick and I retreated to the living room. Mum wandered inside of the kitchen to make us all a quick cup of tea.

"So?" I inquired rasing an inquisitive brow, sitting straight up in my favourite mahogany brown armchair. "When did you get back from The US?"

Nick lifted up his two finger to motion a peace sign, scathing the back of his wavy umber brown. "Two days ago" He causally, crossed his legs sat on the comfy armchair right beside me.

"But come you didn't tell me?" I stared at my older brother, utterly befuddled. Leaning my head against the fluffed up pillow behind my neck.

Nick frowned at me if I had made the dumbest comment in the world.

And.

I.

Couldn't.

Blame.

Him.

"Because shithead that would ruin the surprise" Nick joked in his true sarcastic dialect, which wasn't too unfamiliar to my ears.

"Ok" I admitted defeat throwing my hands up in the air, downplaying his quick-witted response. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience smart-ass"

Nick lets out a small mischievous chuckle and smirked. "That's right little bro. I'm a smart-ass to be exact"