Rightfully His

One.

"We're here, Miss." I heard the faint voice of the elderly Taxi driver as I stared at my once prestigious home. Now covered in overgrown grass and vines. "T-thank you," I muttered while stepping out of the cab. "Whoa," I whispered as I stood there alone, the Autumn air blowing my hair and skirt. I knew things would be different when I came home. But this? This isn't what I was expecting. Slowing walking to the front door, my bags dragging along behind me, I twisted the door knob and pushed open the door. Dust flew through the air causing me to cough and shut my eyes. The entry way looked as if it hadn't been used in years, hell, the door felt like it hadn't been opened in years.

"Hello!" I called stepping slowly inside. "Mom! Dad!" Nothing. Complete and utter silence. "No one lives here." I jumped at the voice behind me. Turning I noticed a little boy, maybe nine or ten, standing barefoot at the doorway. He was in just jean shorts and his hair was messy. "What do you mean? Who are you?" I asked eyeing the boy. "I'm Kyle and the people who lived here moved to the city a long time ago," he spoke while his bright blue eyes shined with a sense of wisdom greater than his age.

"How do you know?" I asked confused. "My dad's the Mayor." He said, shrugging. "I can take you to them. Are they your family?" Kyle walked closer to me and took one of my smaller bags and began dragging it behind him. "Y-yeah. Well I was adopted, but yes," I said following him. "That makes a lot of sense." He spoke to himself as we walked down the street. My, now old, home wasn't too far from the city. Maybe a 10-15 minute walk? "So, Kyle. How old are you?" I asked making small talk. "I turn ten in a few weeks. You should come to my party!" He said happily. "Well of course I will!" I replied smiling. The rest of the walk we spent telling stories about our families and friends. I've learned that Kyle is the youngest boy in his family. He has three older brothers and a baby sister. His mom likes to cook, also, owns a bakery in the city. His oldest brother moved back to Korea, where they are from, two years ago with his wife.

The second oldest moved to Canada to be with his girlfriend, and the third oldest brother is his favorite. He lets Kyle do whatever he wants and he always takes him everywhere he goes. Kyle is still iffy about having a baby sister but she's 'getting better' as he said. He also has a slight crush on a girl in his class at school, but I can't tell her he said that. Kyle stopped walking in front of a large grey and red home. "Here you go," he spoke handing me my suitcase. "Thank you very much Kyle," I responded, ruffling his hair. "No problem Abigail." He grinned widely. He had one tooth missing from the top and it made him even cuter.

Sighing I walked to the front door before knocking. "ARON GET THE DOOR!" I heard my Mom's voice on the other side of the door and my emotions became the best of me as tears welled in my eyes. I know I'm going to look different to them. Over the past four years my dark red hair has grown past my elbows and I've grown a few inches taller. My once blue/green eyes are a shade darker making them more green than blue. My freckles have spread out over my face causing me to have more of them now. I also have a faint scar on my right cheek from falling down on a sidewalk while drunk one night.

The wooden door opened and there stood my father. His hair had gotten a salt and pepper shade to it and he had recently shaved his beard. His brown eyes looked into mine with confusion effort they widened and tears formed. "Abigail?" He spoke softly as I nodded. "Hi dad." I said smiling. He pulled me in for a large hug and sighed. "ADRIANNA COME HERE!" He yelled to my mother who came walking through the living room. "What is it now Aron I'm trying to-" she stopped talking as she noticed me in dad's arms. "Abigail!?" Mom screeched as she ran to join our hug.

Even though I was adopted, they are the only family I knew and not seeing them for four years was really hard. After an hour of catching up, I've learned that the new Mayor wanted people to live closer to the city for safety measures. I guess a few animal attaches happened a few years ago. My younger sister, Ally, is now nine and following our moms footsteps in being a cheerleader. I rolled my eyes at that, mom tried so hard to get me to do it, but I followed dad's path and took up painting and drawing. Which he brags to his friends about still. I noticed a few of the paintings I did while at school were hanging on the walls. One being of our old house. Mom is really close with the Mayors wife and has a 'book club' with her and a few other wives. Dad works for the Mayor as his Lawyer and Business partner.