Moonlight Sun 2

Remember Me

When Randy told me that we were going to see my dad I almost didn't believe him. It wasn't until we were inside our old house when it all became real to me. The old house smelled of cedar and warm apple cider, exactly how it smelled when we left. Everything from the stairs, to the beige carpet to the white walls and the furniture. It all looked the same exactly as my mother had last decorated, it was as if nothing had changed.

I felt like I was a little boy again, and I wanted to run up the stairs, run into my parent's room, and into my mother's embrace. A dark cloud came over me when I remembered that I couldn't.

A tall scrawny girl with black curly hair wrapped in a loose ponytail came down the stairs, and it took me a moment to realize that this was my little sister Sanda.

"Hey beautiful!" smiled Randy.

"Randy! Ken!" she hustled down the stairs and embraced each of us.

"Look at you!" I smiled. "You look," I thought a moment. "like a giraffe."

She slapped me on the arm playfully. "You look like Planet of the Apes!" she teased.

"You look like the gullum."

"That's why you look like Prince with all that hair."

Randy let out a loud chuckle. "She got you there."

"Sanda, baby help them with their bags."

"I thought you guys were just staying the weekend?" she said.

"This is all Kenyon's hair care products." Randy quipped.

I rolled my eyes. "These are all Randy's shoes."

"Then let him carry them in." Sanda snapped.

Randy and I settled in our own room. It was weird being a week from turning 17 and sharing a bunk bed with my 18 year old brother again. Grandma and Sanda came in the room.

"It's just how you guys left it." smiled Sanda.

"Wow! This is something." I said glancing around my old room. My eyes stopped at my Optimous Prime alarm clock with the bright red LCD numbers that read 3:52, it was still early.

"So, I am going to make lunch. Which one of you wants to go see your father first?"

"Ken, you can go ahead." said Randy.

"No." I shook my head, remembering what happened the last time I went into my parents room. It was now as fresh as ever. I was rubbing the back of my neck.

"Ken, go in there and talk to your dad. I have to talk to Sanda about something anyway."

"Okay, fine!" I sighed walking toward the room door.

"And remember what I said about bringing up Sorrell." Said Randy

I nodded.

"And don't bring up your mother either." grandma added.

"Okay, grandma!"

My heart thudded hard against my chest my hands were clammy as I walked up to my parent's bedroom door and turned the nob slowly. The door screeched open and I walked in slowly. There he was my heart fell into my stomach, as I studied the sleeping man on the bed. His dark gray hair, his glistening mahogany skin, the same nose as me, the same cheek bones, the same hands, and the same long wavy hair. Now his was trimmed to the nape of his neck, I guess grandma did that since it was getting hard to upkeep it, since he had not been able to care for his self.

I decided to let him sleep and talk to him later so I turned around and headed for the door.

"Kenyon?" his dry heavy tone resounded through the room and stopped me in my tracks. "Is that you son?"