How Time Flies

~2~

Three years. It had been three years and I hadn't visited home. But still when the cab passed the familiar streets and homes, it felt like it was only yesterday.

I loved how the the Jefferson family always had flowers blooming, how Ms. Picket still sat on her rocking chair enjoying the view, and finally, how our mailbox was still unfixed.

Entering the house I called out, "Dad, I'm here"

"Darling!", He hugged me tight. "I missed you,", he said kissing my forehead.

"I miss you too."

"Gram will be so pleased to know you're back.",he said excitedly.

"Dad,", I sighed, "this is not a permanent thing."

His smile faltered. "Of course.", He muttered.

"Please don't do this, Dad"

"I don't understand what's the deal? You could get a job here, settle here. There are a few good -looking lads. Way better than anyone at your university."

At that I laughed.

"Only if you set me up with someone.", I winked.

~~

It was close to dinner time. I was on the rooftop sipping on some chilled beer.

When I visited Gram, I smiled genuinely after three years. She had become thin, her skin even more wrinkly but her smile was still the same.

The warm breeze blew. I shrugged my jacket off me enjoying the breeze. Taking a huge gulp of my beer my thoughts wondered to that one man I dread the most.

I know I'll have to meet him sooner or later. Later sounds like a much appealing idea.

After all these years, would he still remember me?

Would he remember my confession? I hope not.

My feelings for him had faded. But sometimes I still found myself thinking about he man I shouldn't be thinking of.

I couldn't face him. I didn't want to.

A text message brought me out of my thoughts

"You're a bitch."

Suddenly staying here with dad sounded much better than an angry Mark.

I know it won't make sense now. But after maybe more two chapters, it'll make sense