10 Year Amber Alert

Stay With Me

*Mikaylie*

I was woken up to my father and shaking me in the car as we have just arrived home. Home I have a home. Father I have a father. I slowly stand and get out of the car. I stretch my arms a little bit to get the stiffness out of my back.

I take my mothers hand as we walk up the steps and as my father opens the door. We walk through the front doors and I can smell something familiar.

The smell of chicken and vodka sauce. I look around the house the foyer. I slowly let go of my mothers hand and slowly walked down the to the living room. I walk around slowly. I hear my parents walking behind me. They slowly walk into the living room. I follow her. It hasn't changed. A few new photos here and there maybe a new painting or two. A new TV. Other than that everything was the same.

The couch is still to the right on a slant with the black table behind it. The love seat to left of me slanted as well. The arm chair is still in the same spot as it was before. That arm chair.

I slowly walk up to it as I touch the arm. My father looks at me as he just sat down in that same chair. I walk around the back and I see it under the chair.

A box. But as big as a shoebox with a little layer of dust upon it. It looks like it hasn't been moved in forever. I slowly pull it out and open the top. Tears from my eyes as I see what's inside.

"What did you find my love?" I hear my mother say softly.

"My box." I look up at her and I feel the tears slowly come down my face. I stand up holding the box. I slowly sit on the couch next to my mother. "You kept my box."

"Well it's your box isn't it?" I look up at. My father and surprise. "Why would we get rid of something that yours?"

My father sad next to me and I was slowly starting to cry more and more. My father pulled me to the side to try to call me down as my sobs become audible. I bury my head into stressed chest. I feel my mother rub my back and my father's playing with my hair.

"I want to take a nap. If that's OK?" My parents look at each other with a smile.

"Of course it's OK darling. Come on I'll take you to the room. We can't really use your room because it hasn't changed in the last 10 years so you can sleep in the guestroom for now." I slowly smile and stand up. I grab my mothers hand and start following her up the steps. My father trailing behind.

They lead me to one of the guest rooms. I am so happy that I wore sweat pants and a t-shirt. I crawled into bed. My mother slowly brings the covers around me and tucks me in. My father goes to the other side of the bed and kisses my forehead and tells me to have a good nap. Before they leave I call for them back.

"I know I'm fifteen...but can you maybe...umm...just like lay with me?" Both my parents smile at me and walk back over. My mother gets in my right and father gets in the left. My father pulls me into his side giving me a kiss on the forehead.

I'm laying with my back on my father's chest facing my mother. My father slowly rub my arms up and down as my mother is playing with my hair. A smile is formed on my face. I'm finally going to have a full good night sleep.