We Aren't So Different, You and Me

"I'll take your things, honey," Don coughed slightly, reaching for my suitcase. "You'll be staying in our youngest's old bedroom, just right up the stairs. I'll show you around, okay?"
I nodded as I followed him. My eyes wandered around the living room, catching sight of the pictures on the walls of what I assumed were their children.

Don's voice brought me out of my little trance.

"This is Michael's room. It's not much, a little messy from the last time he and his now ex-wife were here. But it's yours for the time being."
"Thanks," I mumbled once inside the room.

The walls were decked out in posters and drawings and pictures from magazines from way back when. I looked around and took in my surroundings: a king mattress with clean sheets and fixtures, a little desk with a lamp, an area rug on the carpet and a small closet with a dresser inside. I sighed in relief when I saw that my guitar was here but at the same time, was confused.

"Uhhh, you have my guitar?"
"Yeah, your grandma dropped it off a few days ago. She told me that you'd probably wanna play so we just set it up in here for now."
"Oh.. Thanks.."

An uncomfortable silence fell over us for a little bit. He stared at me for a while and shook his head. He sighed and ran his fingers through my fringe, which I was strangely okay with. His eyes filled with a sudden sadness as his smile faltered. He cupped my face and let a tear roll off his cheek.

"Don? Are you okay?" I whispered.
He nodded and kissed my forehead, which again, I was strangely okay with. "You just look a lot like her, sweetie."
"I get that a lot."

He pulled away and sighed, wiping a hand over his chin. "My sons should be here either late tonight or early tomorrow morning. They were good friends of your mom's. I'll go see what Donna's making for supper, that is, if you're hungry.."
"I ate on the plane, but thanks anyways." I gnawed on my cheek slightly.
He nodded and sighed again. "Well... Feel free to have a look around, I guess. We'll be down stairs."

After he left, I sighed and pulled my leather jacket off, plopping down on the bed. It was softer than the ones at school but it made me miss my mom even more. I pulled my cell out and went to my pictures, scrolling through to find the ones of her. It wasn't long before I started crying myself to sleep.

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