Falling Hard

Reunited with Family & Friends - Chtp. 3

"Hey Mom.... I'm back!"

Cry's of joy and footsteps echo throughout the house. Down the stairs then zooming right to me.

It was too tight.

She was squishing me to death.

"L-Li-Lil-Lila, please let go of me. Your hugs are going to kill me," I pleaded to my little sister.

She was shaking her head mouthing the word 'no' multiple times, sobbing into my shirt.

Though, she loosened the hug so I could breath, that's a plus, besides it being cute how she is crying with joy that I'm back.

"You have to give Oliver a lecture that I am right about being a goalie!" she whined.

"What did you say that he says your wrong?" I question out of curiosity, kneeling down on the dirty floor next to the door.

"Well... I said that you are supposed to be diving instead of running, and jumping instead of hopping," Lila said.

"I see. One thing is if it's not that far, I guess you can run to it, but it isn't the correct way to do it. Another thing is if it is not that high up, then you can hop. Although it can and can't be the correct way, which could earn you a spot on the bench." I explained to her.

Once she understood the information I had just given her a second ago, she flew off towards the backyard yelling, "She was right, Jackson!" I laughed it off, having a happy smile on my face.

I heard another rush of tears welling up and 'Oh my gosh,' happening. Turns out it was my mother. I held out my arms, until she dashed forward into them, wrapping them around her long slim waist. Letting out all of my emotions of sorrow and happiness. Sorrow was because I never got the chance to visit during the anniversary of her parents. An happiness because she hasn't seen her daughter in months including tears of joy!

"Hey, Mama," I repeat.

"Oh," she sniffled, "My baby, your back!"

"Yes, Mom. I know that I'm back," I respond. Making her chuckle away her tears.

"Very funny. Now, why don't you head to your room to put your belongings away. Your bedroom has been collecting dust, but I have been nice enough to brush it off," Mom says.

"Got it, but I bet you that Lila just continuously kept whining to you to clean my room," I call to Mom from upstairs. I hear a shout back, most likely Mama's reply.

Opening my white bedroom door, I see that every single object is still in its own place. My photographs of my younger self playing soccer and my family were still on my dresser. Same with all of my art, school projects, notebooks, mainly school related items sitting on the bright birchwood desk.

I start to walk around my room touching everything in my reach. Flashbacks of certain events soar through my mind bringing a smile to my face.

"I missed you guys," I whisper to myself. More to the awesome, sometimes sad or angry memories.

Giving myself a minute or two of silence, I head over to my bed, and fall straight back on it. Shutting my eyes, I take a deep breath in. Listening in on the screaming that my two siblings are wreaking havoc in the backyard. One being eight years old, Lila, and the other being nine years of age, Jackson. Though, I am surprised that they get along unlike Killian and I. Killian's my older brother, more like twin, but he's a business man. A rich one at that. You would think a seventeen year old teenage boy, wouldn't be able raise a company that your passed away father gave to him to soon be famous, right? At least I didn't, but him and I do help Mom. So we're both cool, even if we are only two minutes apart.