An Angel Fall

Home sweet home

I'm been abroad for the last 17 years and it's finally time to come back 'home', according to my dad's words, however, since my mom passed away this is not my home, my home was the boarding school I attended, and most recently Harvard.

I don't feel the manor is my home anymore, when mom died and dad sent me away I was too young to remember whether it was to call a place home.

Don't get me wrong I love my father and know he loves me. Still, a part of him died with my mom and as I heard him say once it was too painful to see me and not see her, I'm a replicate of my mom, from her eyes to her smile, I only inherited my red hair from my dad and just a bit of his temper.

"Ari", I heard my name, then I felt a shake on my shoulder, "Scar",  Mr. Jackson's voice, I fell asleep on the way to the manor, I had forgotten how long the road was.

"I'm up... I'm up", I replied stretching like a cat in my seat and when I looked around I noticed we still were in the town, "but we are not there yet", I scolded him with a frown, he laughed hard and I shook my head laughing too.

"I know, Scar, but you know your father will not be pleased if you reach the manor asleep", he reminded me and I sighed.

"And how is everything?", I asked him, he had been our driver since I could remember, Donald Jackson is a sweet man; he and Nana Sue are the reason I know what it's like to have grandparents.

"Same old, same old", he replied and paused, "your father seems stressed lately", he added.

"And why is that?", I inquired now concerned.

"You know he will not tell, but I have known him forever", Mr. Jackson smiled, but his smile didn't reach his eyes, he was concerned too, "there have been layoffs", he mentioned and I took a deep breath.

My dad reduced the amount of money he deposited in my account and when I mentioned that he wanted to study for a master's degree he refused, something odd is happening here.

I have never needed the full amount of the deposit, actually, I've saved most of it, but was weird that he started to reduce it so suddenly.

I was lost in my thoughts when I heard the squeak of the gates opening, we are here, everything is as beautiful as I remember, the line of pines on either side of the small rocky path to the mansion, the fresh smell of the apple trees being harvested.

At the entrance was Nana Sue waiting for me, almost in tears, the last time she saw me in person was when I was a kid and now I returned as an adult, I really missed her, her stories, her love, her apple pie.

As soon as Mr. Jackson parked the car, I opened the door and ran to her to hug her, I felt tears running down my cheeks as she crushed me with a big hug, "Scar... oh my baby girl... you're not such a baby girl anymore", she sobbed and separate from me to see me better, I could just smile, "your so beautiful, look at those eyes, your hair is too short", she continued while hugging me again.

"You haven't changed at all, is like time didn't visited you all these years", I told her.

"Liar", she snorted and we got in.

"Where is my dad?", I asked excitedly

"He is out, I think is in a meeting in the factory", she responded and sadly smiled.