we meet

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I remember it like it was yesterday my father leaving me. I remember it like it was yesterday when I could hear the sweet laughter of my sister and brother my mothers. Why did this have to happen? I was thinking looming out at the trees. "What's on your mind kid" the taxis driver asked? "What do you say to someone you don't know?" I asked like as if the person was dead. "Hey we aren't strangers we go back 20 minutes." He chuckled as I also did. "Not you the person I'm going to see." I said as the smile I had terned in to a frown. "I'm leaving you out here with someone you don't know!?" He said as if he was about to turn around. "It wasn't always like that... We once knew each other once upon a time." I said leaning on the door looking out to the trees. After a little while we finally got there. "Here you are." Said the man. I slowly stepped out. I walked up to the door about to knock when I turned around watch him leave. Thinking that that was the only way to my freedom. That I lost the chance to be free. It was to late for me to bee happy to be....free. I held my hand up took a deep breath and knocked on the door. No one answered me. So I slowly opened the door. "Hello..." No one answered I walked into the old run down House. I took the liberty of being alone to look around. When I finally reached a room that had a note on the door.

~ this is your room.

That's all it said. So I walked in. There was nothing but a bed a dresser and a night stand with a little window. "Home sweet home." I said thinking that this was a prison of my happiness. I walked over to the night stand. Took out a picture frame out of my bag. It was me my sister, brother and mom. I placed it on the night stand. Then plopped onto the bed. When I herd a sound coming from the window. I walked over yo see a tall, dark haired man sawing down a small tree in the back yard. So I walked out side. But I started to slow down thinking. What would I say. What would we talk about. How could I do to a man that left me and am I just soppost to forget about it. When all of a sodden a hand was sticking out. "Hello....."

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