My Terrifying Relative

Chapter 2

 I still cannot believe that I’m sitting in the car that belongs to the woman who’s supposed to be my mom’s sister. I mean…how can they be sisters when they only see each other once every decade? I wouldn’t do that if I had any siblings…I guess.

 I looked at Sam one more time. She seemed like a very sweet person, like those cute moms with nothing giving away that they might be actually 40 or something.

 She was 35 though…but still, she looked really young and vibrant, yet a little faded with her sad eyes and her dirty blond hair, and her simple wrinkly plaid shirt and nice, comfy jeans.

 “So how come you and mom don’t get together more often?” I decided to speak and bond a little since I’m staying with the woman for a week.

 She giggled, “We see each other every once in a while. I just don’t get to see YOU. Though I was pretty much present through your infancy, and I got to see you less as the time go by. Sam had you, and I had Jackson. You know, you’re almost as old as him, but he’s four months older than you.”

 “You have a son?”

 “A son…and a daughter, Lenny: the cutest you’ll ever see. She’s three years old.”

 “Wow…I never would’ve pictured you having kids, you look so young.”

 “Why, you just made my day, Amber. I hope you find your stay with us comfortable enough.”

 I chuckled, “me too.”

 I took a deep breath as I entered her home. It was not too big, but not too small either. It’s the kind of house that you see in movie of a happy family and warm gatherings, little cute kids and a kind father. I went inside into the living room, and right in the middle I could see everything in the kitchen right past the big counter with a couple bar stools tucked underneath.

 “Hope you like what you see.” My head snapped towards my sweetly smiling aunt.

 “Quite a lot.” I gave back a smile, “looks so nice and comfortable.” I said as I looked up the ceiling letting my eyes take in every inch of the room I’m in. My eyes stopped wandering and stayed fixed on the little head that popped from the side of the railing at the top of the stairs. I tilted my head to the side and smiled.

 The girl was obviously a little unfamiliar of my presence in her home, but she took a step ahead until all of her was in my sight.

 She was adorably short and tiny and had the same hair as her mother but so much longer, it fell gently on her back. Her eyes were emerald and had that hidden energy and excitement in them that could make anyone smile when they look into them.

 “You must be Lenny.” I winked as she descended the stairs. She did not reply, but proceeded to stare at me as she grabbed onto her mother’s legs. I laughed through my nose and just looked at her.

“Yes, I’m Lenny. Mommy tells me you will stay here for a week, right?” and the kid has got quite a mouth on her. She spoke with a confidence only the crazy has…..and the three year olds.

 “Well, Lenny, that’s right. I’m Amber by the way.” I reached out my hand to shake her tiny one, and she took it.

 The rest of the house was just fine, and the backyard had nothing but a swing set and a few toys lying around, plus the grill and a small inflatable swimming pool. There was no sight of this Jackson character, but I did not mind, I’m comfortable here…