Loved Me Back to Life

Chapter 10

My mom, my sisters, and my grandparents were all huddled together with smiles plastered across their faces looking right at me. My legs felt so heavy when I tried lifting them up to go and greet the only people that make me feel comfortable in my own skin, but I persisted until they were finally moving in a quick motion and my body was propelling forward trying to reach them. My bones were cracking with every step and my joints were aching from all the pressure that was being placed on them combined with me being bed-written for the past few days, but I completely ignored it because hugging my mom was my main focus at the moment. My luggage was slowing me down but that didn't stop me because I knew once I reached them it was going to be amazing. And I was right. My mom met me half way and it only took a few seconds for us to be wrapped up in each other and crying onto each other's shoulder's. 

My body was shaking in her arms and I couldn't stop the tears from streaming down because she was actually right here in my arms, holding me and squeezing me as tight as she possibly could. She was constricting my breathing a little but I could care less because this was with out a doubt the best feeling in the world. Soon enough I felt more arms wrap around me and I only started crying more because it felt so good. I hadn't realized how much I missed my family while I was up at school until this very moment. Them hugging me and giving me kisses all over my face and smiling at me like I was their prized possession. I mean, of course I knew I'd missed them and knew that I was gonna be happy when I saw them, but I didn't think that when I saw them all these emotions would be flooding my mind and body and I certainly didn't think my body would be shaking so hard and I'd be crying this much. 

They finally pulled off of me and just looked at me and I did the same with them and their faces, except for my papa, had the biggest smiles on them and tears running down them. I wanted to smile because my heart was filled with so much happiness, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I was, though, able to get my mouth to turn up on one side so they at least got something like a smile and that seemed to be enough for them because their smiles only got bigger.

"Ok come on, let's get her to the car then we can talk to her."

My papa wasn't an emotional person in the least bit. He was always the one to lead and think rationally rather than simply going with what feels right. He always has a plan and if there ever comes a time where he doesn't, he'll stand there and make one up. But I knew he wasn't trying to come off cold hearted or whatever because he gave me the biggest hug and kiss on my forehead before grabbing my luggage and leading the way to the car. My little sister, Spencer, was clinging to me the entire time which I thought was strange, but also kind of funny because she's always pestering me and doesn't usually show any kind of affection. Sydnee was walking along side us not paying too much attention to me, but I wasn't offended or anything because since she's the older sister she feels like she shouldn't be all gushy with me or whatever. My nana, on the other hand, was still crying, because next to me, she was the most worried about me leaving for college. She was worried about how I was going to get from one place to another, how I was going to eat, wash my clothes and all those other things that she'd usually take care of for me, but I already knew that one thing she wasn't particularly concerned about was how I was going to make it since I don't ever speak. I mentally shrugged that off because I know that wasn't really a main worry for them. And last, but certainly not least, my mommy. She was holding my hand so tight I literally felt the blood stop circulating in it and it was slowly but surely going numb. 

I personally think she was the most excited to see me because she was the one who made me start this new journey in my life so she was eager to get close to me to maybe… I don't even know, but being around all of them made me feel a familiar feeling that I may have taken for granted while I was home. I actually felt like I was loved when I was around them. And the reason I say I took that for granted is because while I was home, even though I knew they loved me, I kind of felt like they, my own family, didn't like me and saw me a problem child or a burden. But seeing them like this just reassures me that they genuinely care for me. Let's just see how long it lasts.