Once the mini van pulled up at the driveway, my mom opened the door immediately, ran and then opened the door for her children. I didn't see much, since I was still sat on the couch trying to peer out of the window from a far.
The first person who came out of the mini van was probably my mom's husband, John. I definitely have mixed feelings about him, since he was talking about not wanting me in his house last night. He had long slick black hair and these big sunglasses, he wore this Hawaiian styled button-down, which dignified that he was recently on vacation in Hawaii. To me, he looked a lot like a jerk. He took two steps out of the car then slammed the door. It was quite quiet because I was inside, so I couldn't hear much, but once he slammed the door, a baby started crying. He seemed very stressed out. Then he owned the back door.
Out came a little boy, and his name was I think Jack. He was quite cute, until he started yelling at his mom for something, but she didn't care, she hugged him anyway. He was wearing a small golf shirt and shorts down to his knees. His hair was slicked back just like his dad's, but his was shorter and a light shade of brown. I could tell that he had blue eyes and he got them from his mom (aka. my mom). Which in that case means that we have the same eyes, because my mom always told me that her and I had identical eyes.
After him, came out this spoiled looking girl and I remember her name was Stella. She was wearing a blue polo dress and her hair was tied up in a high, curly ponytail. She carried out two American girls that looked somewhat like her. And this time, I could tell she had brown eyes (probably like her dad's). Then the thought came over me, I was practically their older sister! Since that thought came over me, I could almost saw resemblance with me and those kids. I had the little boys eye's and the little girl's blonde, curly hair.
Them my mom picked up the crying baby and smiled. The baby was like any other baby, cute and tiny. It was strange to see my mom with another family (very strange). I felt like she wasn't even my mom anymore. I felt as if I didn't want them to meet me like this, in my pj's with my crazy bird nest hair. 'Oh well, they're little, hopefully they wouldn't understand' I thought to myself. This was the final moment, this was the moment where they took their suitcases from the mini van and brought them to the door, well at least my mom and John did. I quickly stood up and greeted them at the door, I had no other choice.
The door cane slamming open and there stood my future family right before me. "Ok Jane, now introduce yourself to my children" my Mom said strictly. That was weird, I thought, she's never like this, but here goes nothing...
"Hi guys! I'm Jane! You're house is lovely!" I said rather loud and excited. What the heck Jane?! Seriously?! Your house is lovely? What kind of statement is that?! Your meeting your family for the very first time, your not just a friend, they're your family that doesn't want you! You should try to make a better impression than that! I thought to myself. "Hello, kids, please unpack your things" he said whilst starring at me.
"I'm your wife's daughte..." Before I could finish my sentence, he replied my saying "I know" quite coldly.
Just to try and get on his 'good side' I say "your family is wonderful". And he replied by "I know" again quite coldly.
And then I realised that the kids didn't obey their dad's orders and they were still there. The little girl that was named Stella then said "mom?" "Yes sweetie?" She replied.
"She looks nothing like you, are you sure that she's your daughter?" She asked harshly (in my opinion).
Then my mom laughed and replied "yes, she is, but her dad isn't the same as your dad". Then the boy who's name was Jack replied with "is her Daddy mean?" Probably not trying to be rude.
"Your Daddy is nicer, that's for sure" she said quite uncomfortable.
The kids both laughed and then looked at each other.
My heart dropped and then I began getting defensive.
"He wasn't the most perfect dad, but he was my dad!" I screamed, then locked myself in a bathroom.
Before I knew it, my mom began knocking at the door and kept on saying "sorry" and asking if I was alright (which I wasn't), but I just didn't reply.
I was in there for about an hour, then walked out quite awkwardly. Once I walked walked out, John sighed with a disappointed tone. Then mumbled...
"Just when I thought we could be together as a family".
I felt as if a knife was jabbing in my heart, but I showed no sign of that. In my mind, I kept on saying 'be strong, be strong'' (although I didn't feel particularly strong, if anything, I was extremely sensitive from what had been going on in the last couple days).
Everybody was starring at me, John was on the computer at the dining table, the two kids were sitting at the island on the stools and even my mom was starring at me whilst she was cooking brunch. The only one that wasn't starring at me was the baby and she was being held my my mom.
"So, do you wanna talk about your outburst?" My mom said strictly.
I know she's been acting different ever since her family showed up. Probably to impress John by treating me badly. But I'll just go along with it for now.
"Yeah, I'm sorry guys, I really shouldn't have done that, it wasn't necessary. I apologise for everything I've done, I promise, I'm not usually like this". Although it should've felt good to say that, if felt horrible.
