family reunion

knock, knock

Me and my family were never really close, after my twin brother, Jason died, you would think the family would come together after such a tragedy, but that never happened. We were only young when it happened, 13. I sometimes wonder what what life would be like if he had lived, would my father be as abusive as he was after the accident? Would I have found my best friend kaelem? As I continued thinking about my dead twin, there was a knock at the door. "Coming", as I walked to the door, a sudden feeling of horror swooped over me, like I was in danger, but I carelessly brushed the feeling aside. As I reached out for the door handle, the feeling of when Jason jumped into that river. My heart skipped a beat, I couldn't move, they knocked on the door again, I slowly turned the door handle with my eyes tightly shut. I opened my eyes to see my Mum and Dad standing there in the rain, something was off though, really off. Me and Dad never really had the best relationship after the incident, he seamed to take all his anger out on me, and blamed me for that day at the river, I never knew why. Kaelem came running to the door and invited them to came sit down. As they sat down, kaelem took me to the bedroom. He looked at me with worry in his face, "are you okay Mikyla?, you had me worried there". "I'm fine, don't worry about me, at least I get to see my family, right?" One by one my family started to arrive, about 20 people members of my family decided to show, which was more than expected. The cook was busy in the kitchen, preparing dinner and desert for the guests. We were all sitting in the dining room, talking and waiting for food, "dinner is served" yelled the chef.