"Hey, a diner!" I exclaim. Dad zooms right past it.
"We'll stop by later," He says " Besides you just ate"
I stare guilty at the wrappers on the floor.
"Yeah but it was only junk food. I need a nice thick juicy- -"
"Pie!" Becca sings from the backseat.
"Burger" I already told her I'm allergic to pie.
Dad makes a right into the neighborhood. The grass is bright and cut almost precisely. The trees blow healthy in the sweet April air. Shrubs line the front and sides of each house along with white picket fences. In every driveway is a Cadillac covertiable. Weird. Now I definitely feel completely out of place.
A few women doing yoga in the front yard of a house stop to wave. I wave back timidly.
"Oh! We are here!"
"Um..." My jaw drops. A crowd of women stand in front of a house waving like beauty pageants smiling hugely. Dad pulls in front of the house turning off the car.
"Wow, it's the whole town how sweet" I grumble sarcastically.
Becca giggled hopping out the car. I cross my arms glaring at Dad. He shrugs exiting the car.
"Grr!" I growl unbuckling my seat belt peering out the window. All the women surround Dad introducing one another. Their bright colored dresses dance in the wind as they move side to side trying to get the chance to talk to my father.
Morris to the rescue.
I hold my breath leaving the car. I slam the door but don't even have time to turn around before I mashed against someone's breast.
"I missed you so much!" She cries.
I gasp for air. Her two arms strangle my body.
"Can't..breath" I cough pushing away.
I come face to face with a beautiful tall woman with short curly hair the color of fall leaves. Warm hazel eyes and light brown skin.
"Mom!?"
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