Mark opened the door and led me into the lovely house.
"So how have you been, sis?"
I shrug, faking a yawn to keep from tearing up.
Jessie goes into the kitchen to get coffee.
"You drink coffee, chéri?"
I nodded, smiling.
But it was real.
Why am I so smiley?
Because I've found my family.
Mark points to a blue couch.
"Have a seat."
I follow his directions.
He glances around me, his head turned to the side.
"Are you having your bags delivered?"
I swallow hard.
"I didn't bring anything."
I fiddle with my thumbs, embarrassed.
"You traveled halfway around the world and didn't bring a suitcase?!"
I shake my head, glancing around for something to stare at.
"I was just going to buy stuff."
He gives me a deep look, but breaks his glare when Jess comes back.
"Here you go, Love."
Mark gives her a look that depletes all my doubts of their love.
Suddenly, a big ball of grey comes charging into the living area.
A massive dog jumps onto Jess, causing her to stumble a bit.
Mark holds a hand out for her.
Damn you, Mark, with that southern charm.
She steadies herself and pushes the ball of fur off of her.
"Geez Paris."
She smiles.
I've never seen someone so happy.
Except my mom.
That must be another reason Mark likes her so much.
She reminds me of her.
So does Mark.
He looks just like her.
Same dark eyes.
Same deep brown hair.
Hell, he's even got her charm.
I wish she could see him now.
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New York- Where Dreams are Made
General FictionCharlotte Spencer is a small town girl. She dreams her entire life of going to New York. Her life in the town she grew up in isn't exactly all sunshine and rainbows. She struggles to make it out of the horrid place and fight her way to the top. S...
