Forgetting Roman

{thirty-one}

{thirty-one}

                “You’re early!” My mother gushed as she dropped her pen onto her journal and jumped to her feet to hug me.

                With her arms wrapped around me, I awkwardly hugged her back.

                I was never an affectionate person, and neither was my mother, so her hug caught me off guard.

                “Yeah,” I replied as I patted her back. “Traffic was light.”

                “How was your last week before finals? Did your professors pile the work on you guys or did they decide to give you all a break?” she asked as she pulled away and walked back towards her seat at the glass kitchen table.

                Dropping my bag onto the floor, I slid the chair opposite of my mother back and fell into the seat with a loud sigh, “Sort of. I have some work to do but I can do it this weekend.”

                “Are you sure?” she asked as she continued to tap her pen against the checkbook. “Parker is supposed to arrive in two days time.”

                At the mention of my older brother, I perked up in my seat and leaned forward, “Are we going to pick him up at the airport?”

                “Your father is picking him up, actually.” My mother said as she looked up at me through her dark lashes.

                Dad was going to be home for the holiday’s? He was usually working since the Holiday’s were the busiest times of the year.

                “Is he flying Parker in himself?” I joked as I clasped my hands together and cleared my throat.

                My mother chuckled and closed her account booklet, “Actually, he is. He managed to get Parker on a flight he was flying in.”

                I nodded, “So, is he just dropping Parker off or is he going to stay?”

                “Staying,” my mother replied, “He’s staying for the entire Holiday vacation.”