Here I was, stepping off the plane in Santa Fe, my brown carpeted carry-on in my hand, not nearly as heavy as the other luggage I had brought!. This day had came too fast!. I’d been dreading this moment ever since the fight I’d had with my mom resulted in me screaming, “I’ll go live with Dad!”
My first summer in Naphtha, New Mexico was sure to be a nightmare!. I had only agreed to spend the summer with my father because my mother had just gotten married and I despised my new step-dad, Greg or Gary!. I hadn’t even bothered to learn him name!. He didn’t care about me and I sure as heck didn’t care about him!.
I made my way into the airport along with the other passengers who were anticipating a long layover!. I decided I’d go get my bags before I found my dad!. I wasn’t prepared for the painfully emotional reunion that we were sure to have!. I hadn’t seen my dad since I was eight!.
I had found most of my luggage when I felt a hand firmly grasp my shoulder!. In the self defense classes my mother had insisted I take, I had learned how to fight off an attacker!. I quickly turned around to see, who had their hand on me!. I was suddenly looking into a pair of beautiful green eyes!. Eyes that I’d only seen the last nine years in an old photograph with wore edges!. In the photo the eyes has been on the face of my father, in a tuxedo!. He had been next to my mother, on their wedding day!. His eyes seemed familiar, yet foreign to me!.
“Christy!.” My father said as he threw his arms around me in a great big hug!. I patted him on the shoulder lightly, feeling awkward!. “Chris, you’ve grown!. I can’t believe how much you’ve changed!. Its been what, nearly five years!?” I winced!.
“Nine, Dad, it’s been nine years!.” I said feeling even more uncomfortable!. He let go and took a step back!. I wasn’t the only one who’d change!. It looked like he had a lot less hair and a lot more belly than the last time I’d seen him!.
“It has!?” he said scratching his bald head!. “Well, time really does fly, Chris!.” I looked at his face to see if he felt guilty for not calling at all the last two years!. I couldn’t quite read the emotions on his face but I was sure that guilt was not there!. “You don’t know how happy Meg and I were when you called and wanted to come and live here!. I’d been meaning to call you but, like I said, time gets away from you!.” I knew that was the closest thing to an apology that I would probably get!. I hadn’t failed to notice though that he had said, Meg and I!. Who was Meg!?Www@QuestionHome@Com