Home(less)

    I left my mom out in the car digging for the umbrella that had most likely disappeared 3 years ago. The rain made me miserable, but I suppose I’d have to get used to it if this was going to be my new home. I walked up the steps of the front porch and entered through the stain glass door. There my dad stood; his brown eyes gazing down upon me with love. It had been weeks since I had seen him last. Since he had been here preparing the house for us.       Wandering into the kitchen I inspected every detail. The counter tops a white granite with black and silver flecks. The walls a cream color paired with dark stained cabinets with intricate carvings. Some of the cabinets had clouded glass adding to the beauty of the newly remodeled room.  In the center island was a beautiful stove that my mom had always dreamed of. From the kitchen you could see a living room with gorgeous high ceilings. The windows large looking over the forest the backed our house. The fireplace flickered with the light of a flame. On the mantel was a picture. The picture depicted my mother and father and my brother who has since passed. The walls were decorated with white ship lap.     After going over the living room and kitchen I decided to find the room that would now be considered mine. I marched up the stairs and wandered down the hallway. I found myself at the end of the hallway staring into the final room. There was bench window that had crimson upholstered cushions. It was perfect I could picture my grandma’s old vanity in the back corner with all the pictures and jewelry that I had received over the year. My bookshelves next to the bench window and obviously my bed would go on the other side of the room. Its like it had all fallen together perfectly. Except one thing. This house wouldn’t have a room for my brother. This pained me because he was my best friend.  If I ever needed anything, he was the person I would go to. He protected me with everything he had. He had beautiful light blue eyes with flecks of brown, his hair was almost black. I thought about him for a little while then shook it off.     I went back down stairs looking for my parents to tell them I had made my choice, but they weren't in kitchen or living room. My stomach growled and my mouth began to water. I looked over at the clock on the wall only to realize that it was 9:30 that night and I hadn't eaten since leaving at the motel that morning. The fridge was calling my name so I migrated over to it. The light glows to life as i open the door to reveal that there was only 3 slices of left over pepperoni pizza (I hate pepperoni). Rolling my eyes i pull them out and pick ever piece of pepperoni. This will have to do I though to myself. Right about that time my dad wanders in and tells me that he'd help me carry in my bed if I was ready, so I sat down my pizza and went out to the haul trailer.      The mud soaked the bottom of my pants and coated my sneakers. The breeze sent shivers down my arms as I had forgotten my jacket. The clank of the trailer door had scared me away from my thoughts. Dad handed me the frame and i began to march my way to the house with it's awkward being slipping in the mood every step. This was bound to be a long night.