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Chapter 5

Chapter 5.......Home Sweet Home

The next morning I awoke alone in my childhood bedroom. I stretch from head to toe feeling utterly content. Over the years very little had changed since I moved out. My make up stand was still in the corner with pictures of my friends and myself plastered all over the mirror. My drawings adorned nearly every possible space on the lime green and purple walls. The wardrobe was still modge podged in news paper clippings. My tv and stereo were in a old school locker that I begged my father to buy when the old school closed making way for the new one. I had taken it outside spray painted it and then proceeded to bang the shit out of it with a hammer. The end result was very cool if I must say so myself. I had strung lights across the ceiling and hand painted the windows to look like stained glass. Above my bead mounted on the wall was a series of casted moulds I had made. I never did understand why my parents kept mine and my siblings rooms the same after we all moved out. Today I was sure glad they did.

"Are you awake Dee?" my moms soft voice called threw the door.

"Ya come on in mom." Pulling my blankets up around my neck I snuggled deeper into my pillows.

"I brought you a coffee and I've made breakfast. Hurry and come down before it gets cold. I've called your cousin and she is on her way over."

My cousin Sammy didn't have the best home life when she was a kid. My aunt Grace was constantly falling off and on the wagon but mostly falling off the wagon. Constantly returning to her coke addiction. There was a six year span where my aunt was in and out of jail and Sammy lived with us.

I loved the smell of my moms house on Saturday mornings. Nearly every weekend without fail you could smell fresh bread, coffee along with some sort of amazing breakfast. Even when all my siblings moved out and started our lives we still showed up for Saturday mornings. It was a tradition I had forgotten how much I truly missed.

When I entered the kitchen my mom was bustling about finishing off the last of the food. My dad and twin brothers were outside on the patio sitting at the table deep in conversation. I could hear the laughter of the girls and their nephews playing outside. "Here mom let me help you."

Grabbing a knife I began cutting up the last of the fruit and placing it on the platter. "Sure feels good to be home."

Glancing over her shoulder from the stove she gave me one her famous smiles. Now my mom the same as your had smiles that meant a variety of things. This particular smile said I'm about to stick my nose in your business. "It's wonderful to have you and the girls home. It's been far to long. It's to bad you didn't let us know sooner we could have told your sister before she left with Brian. They won't be back until Tuesday. How long did you say you were staying?"

"I think about a week. I missed home and it was a spur of the moment thing. We are closed this week due to renovations on the building." At least the last part was true we were closed. I knew the questions had to start but I wasn't ready to drop the bomb and disappoint everyone just yet. I wanted to hang onto my new found bliss just a bit longer.

Mom wiped her hands in her apron and grabbed her coffee mug joining me at the island. "You do know if something was wrong you could tell us. Anything at all."

I tried to plaster on my everything is fine smile but I knew my mom could see right threw it. "I know that mom."

She gave my hand a squeeze and told me to go call everyone to load up their plates. As I opened the patio doors my oldest brother scooped me up into his arms giving me a hug so tight my feet left the ground. Michael was just over six feet tall and built like a shit brick house. "My baby sister it's been to long. God I've missed you."