“Are you ready? They’re expecting us.” My mother announced, popping her head into my room. I nodded my head, taking in my usual appearance. My mother sighed but continued walking out of the front door, my father hot on her heels.
Mattie was on the front porch, waiting for us, I’m guessing. As soon as we started approaching, he held open the front door. My mother cooed at him, calling him ‘an adorable little boy.’ He blushed and ducked his head. My father patted his shoulder, calling him ‘champ’ and other manly words, I’m guessing. I, on the other hand, actually hugged Mattie.
When I entered the house, I realized that it was prettier in the day than it was during the pitch black, as bad as that may sound. The couches were as expected, white and sectional. They had colorful throw pillows l
