Step dad

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Emily's pov

Our rental car was waiting at the airport when we got there.

We got inside and my dad started the car, i looked at all the people talking and laughing. If only we could be talking and laughing too.

My dad looked down at his maps, "dammit. I can't find the house." He mumbled, he threw the maps down on the floor and rubbed his face.

I looked at all the houses we passed, "dad! There it is!" I said, pointing to the white painted house with bricks. "Ah, good eye." He smiled, pulling into the driveway.

I opened my door and placed my feet on the concrete. I looked at all the houses around mine. One lady was out watering her flowers, a old man was getting his mail, and two young kids played with a ball in their front yard.

I grabbed my smaller bags and took them to the front porch.

After a few trips back and forth from the car to the house, I had finally had all my bags on the porch. I opened the screen door, it's slamming echoed through the house.

I went upstairs and found the room I wanted, the second biggest in the house. I laid my bags down and went back downstairs.

It took me four trips to get all my bags upstairs to my room, my dad had finished before me and started preparing dinner.

"Finally, a normal life." He said, smiling and stirring the soup around. I sat at the table, "yeah, finally." I said.

My dad soon sat down across from me and set a bowl of steaming hot soup in front of me, i grabbed the bag of bread and buttered a slice, dipping it in my soup and taking a bite of it.

"It's great," I said, eating a carrot from the soup. "I'm glad it is, i was hoping I didn't mess it up, again." He laughed, I smiled at him and messed with the orange carrots floating in the brown broth.

After dinner I went and laid on my bed, a final sigh coming from my mouth. What a stressful day.

My eyes slowly closed and i was caught away in a dream.