ON GOING STORY, WRITTEN BY Loribeth Hawkeye
"LEARNING TO LISTEN", TITLE BY: Jacqueline J Samen
CONTRIBUTIONS BY (none as of yet)
PART FOUR
"Where ya been Sam?" Mike always called me Sam. I think he got that from my Dad.
"What?" I asked.
"You have been lost again, somewhere out there." Mike said.
"Ya, I know." Just as I said that we pulled up to the house. Even in the dark I could tell it hadn't changed much. It was still that flat roofed pink house I grew up in. I remember as a kid all I would have to do to tell someone where I lived was tell them I lived in the pink house, on the corner, with the flat roof. I used to be so embarrassed by that. But now, it never felt better to see the old place. I was glad to be home. I had not realized how much until this very moment when I stood up out of the car. Cussy immediately jumped out of my hands and I let her go. There wasn't much damage she could do here.
I looked up to see Mom standing in the door. She looked good and I could wait to hug her neck. Like a little kid I ran up to her and held her tight. I cried. And I could here her whispering, "It's okay little sister, it will all be alright."
At that very moment when I was holding my mother in the doorway of the house, I thought of that little guy, with blue-black hair and very tiny eyes, back at the bus station and the question he had asked me. Why it would pop into my head at this very minute I could not understand. But there he was, as loud as could be, asking me, "Do you suppose you could sit here all day and just make a whole new life for yourself, just while you wait for this life, this time to pass by?" Then I felt it for the first time since he had asked me. The sense that something was about to change my life forever. More then the events that had changed my life in the past few months. I felt sick, sad and almost fearful. I thought of how much I wished at this very moment that I could sit in my mother's lap and she could rock me. Hold me and make it all better. And how she could always make the monsters go away.
