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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| Elsie Taylor |
"You ready El?" a voice questioned, right as I had zipped up my backpack, and was about to put it on my back, but a hand gently grabbed it, swinging it up onto his shoulder. I smiled up at my big brother, grabbing his hand, as he led the way out of his office. I felt a little shy, walking out of my brothers office with my messy hair, but to some degree, I didn't think twice about it.
I just kept on my merry way, following my brother, as we waited at the elevator. Right as the doors opened, my brother picked me up, so that I didn't get lost in all the taller people, before we were walking in. "How's being a dad treating you?" a lady questioned, standing way to close to me and my brother, and I scrunched my nose at the smell of the sourness from this lady.
I looked to my brother, which he had not stopped looking ahead of him, then back to the lady. I went to say something, which was very unusual for me, as to get me to talk in front of my brothers, was a challenge in itself, to then talking to this lady that clearly wanted something from my brother that he did not have any interest in.
"Fine" my brother huffed, and I felt a little disgruntled at how quick he was to dismiss people assuming, and actually feeding into their assumptions. That I was his daughter. I didn't know how old he was, but he definietly had to be older, I just didn't know how old would be old enough to look after someone my age.
At that, the doors opened, and my brother was walking back to the car that we had come in, in silence. I liked this silence, as I got to admire my brother. He looked like me, just older and more like a boy. Or a man. I didn't know how to say it, but that was how I was going to put it. "What are you lookin' at?" he then chuckled, before he was putting my bag down and then putting me into my car seat, double checking that everything was buckled in.
I just giggled at him, as he shut the doors, shaking his head with a small smile, as he walked around to the drivers door. He put some music on that I was starting to become more familiar, as I hummed along, while my brother just drove in silence, constantly looking back at me through the mirrors. At one point, I smiled back at him with all of my teeth, being proud to just call him my brother.
We hadn't been driving for long, when we made a stop, and my brother got out, leaving me in the car, as he went to the back, opening the back door. I turned around, watching my brother' every move, as he grabbed a few bags from a lady that had wheeled them over, before having a quick conversation, as the door closed, before my brother was walking back to the drivers seat, but not starting the car until he had checked on me, both verbally and through the mirror.
It felt weird, calling Henry my brother, after someone had just said that he was my dad. But it wasn't just that, it was the fact that I had a brother, that was willing to check on me, which was just the bare minimum that my dad had never done for me. I knew it would mean nothing to most people, but it meant the world to me.
