Same day.
"Where I come from, no one is seen wearing this type of clothes."
(Note: Absolutely nothing here is meant to be offensive)
Luke's Point of View:
I awkwardly patted the man's back, and decided to find out who he really was.
"W-who are you, again?" I asked, pulling back from the tight hug.
"Oh," he rubbed the back of his neck, just realizing that I had absolutely no clue who he was, "I'm your Pop." 'Pop?'
"As in 'Father?'" I questioned.
He chuckled and looked at me, "No, as in your 'Pop.'"
What is he talking about? I usually address my father as 'Father.' Was could he be talking about then?
Looking at my confused face, he clarified, "Yes, your dad."
"And who's the little boy?" We both looked over to Aaron who was still spitting out of the window.
"That's Aaron, your brother—" He was interrupted by a phone ringing. He reached into his pocket and started speaking into a phone. I looked at his clothing, and saw that it was filthy with patches of grease and dirt. Doesn't he have any class coming into a hospital like that?
Where I come from, no one is seen wearing these types of clothes.
Thoughts on what social class Luke's family might be in?
On Aaron spitting out of the hospital window?
I apologize for the chapter being so short! Part two will be up tomorrow. I want to thank all of you for voting and commenting! Even if you just read one chapter, it still means a lot to me.
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