It's a wet and dreary Sunday
when Suki and I climb
into the backseat of Father's
cruddy Corolla,
with nerves strung
as tight as guitar strings
and hands clammy.
Today we're going meet her
for the first time
in five years.
The thought makes my heart
flutter uneasily.
I jump when Father starts up the engine
Suki doesn't notice,
she looks out of the window
and I can see
the slight furrow
of the thin eyebrows
reflected on the window.
She's silent throughout the ride.
And I wonder how she's feeling
what she's thinking.
Father taps the steering wheel
and plays out a quick beat
that indicates his restlessness.
"We'll get there in five minutes,
prepare yourselves."
He grunts out
and I ask myself
what it is exactly
that we have to
prepare ourselves for.
The car groans and vibrates
as Father makes a sharp turn
into a smaller side street.
It's a beautiful street,
lined on either side
with huge blossoming trees.
There's no litter
clogging the drains,
unlike our street.
And the smell of rain
wafts pleasantly into the car
through Father's open window.
The car grinds to a halt
and my heart leaps to my throat.
I contain my nervousness
and I push down my excitement.
We park outside a beautiful
white brick, two story house
with a grand black door.
The number '55'
is emblazoned in gold,
right above the door knock.
It seems too unreal.
Too perfect.
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