A slender and tall man whom I have never seen opened the door. “Can I help you?” he asked.
“Yes, huh, is – is Sylvia home?” I asked completely baffled.
“There is no one here by that name sir,” he said politely.
“Do you know were the family that lived here previously moved to?” I asked.
“No sir, I’ve been here more than 10 years. When I moved here the place was vacant,” he said. “You ok sir, you seem really pale?”
All those days of clearing my thoughts seemed to have not worked because I was starting to feel really confused and my mind began to start racing with a lot of mental junk.
I took a deep breath and managed to gather myself. I then responded, “I’m fine, I must have the wrong address, thank you.”
I literally ran to my car. I knew I had the right address what I didn’t have was a clue of Sylvia’s and my son’s whereabouts. I started the car and drove towards my house like a maniac.
Driving down Shuster Street was always a bit of a rollercoaster; the street had several curves that had claimed others’ lives in the past. I looked in the rearview mirror to make sure there were no police around as I sped through the streets. I noticed that I looked older – much older. I made it home. I looked around for my mother’s car but there was nothing.
I ran to the door and tried to open it with my key, it did not work. I knocked several times – nothing.
“My aunt Vero!” I exclaimed.
My aunt who lived two apartments down was usually home so I ran to her house.
I knocked at the door. I could see her through the spring door getting up from the couch. I took a deep breath to gather my composure. If anybody knew where my family was, she would know.
“Gibri,” my aunt exclaimed with joy as she opened the door. “Long time no see son, how are you, how’s your family doing?”
“Hi aunt Vero, how do you mean?” I asked with my mind beginning to swirl. “Do you know were my mom is or the rest of the family?”
My aunt looked at me essentially how I was feeling – with a look of confusion. “Son, I haven’t seen you in 10 years or more. You live in San Diego, your father lives in Oklahoma, your mother, your sisters’ Cindy, Lily and your brother Josh all live in Albuquerque. The only one that lives here now is your sister Jody. You know that,” she said with concern.
“Yes, huh, is – is Sylvia home?” I asked completely baffled.
“There is no one here by that name sir,” he said politely.
“Do you know were the family that lived here previously moved to?” I asked.
“No sir, I’ve been here more than 10 years. When I moved here the place was vacant,” he said. “You ok sir, you seem really pale?”
All those days of clearing my thoughts seemed to have not worked because I was starting to feel really confused and my mind began to start racing with a lot of mental junk.
I took a deep breath and managed to gather myself. I then responded, “I’m fine, I must have the wrong address, thank you.”
I literally ran to my car. I knew I had the right address what I didn’t have was a clue of Sylvia’s and my son’s whereabouts. I started the car and drove towards my house like a maniac.
Driving down Shuster Street was always a bit of a rollercoaster; the street had several curves that had claimed others’ lives in the past. I looked in the rearview mirror to make sure there were no police around as I sped through the streets. I noticed that I looked older – much older. I made it home. I looked around for my mother’s car but there was nothing.
I ran to the door and tried to open it with my key, it did not work. I knocked several times – nothing.
“My aunt Vero!” I exclaimed.
My aunt who lived two apartments down was usually home so I ran to her house.
I knocked at the door. I could see her through the spring door getting up from the couch. I took a deep breath to gather my composure. If anybody knew where my family was, she would know.
“Gibri,” my aunt exclaimed with joy as she opened the door. “Long time no see son, how are you, how’s your family doing?”
“Hi aunt Vero, how do you mean?” I asked with my mind beginning to swirl. “Do you know were my mom is or the rest of the family?”
My aunt looked at me essentially how I was feeling – with a look of confusion. “Son, I haven’t seen you in 10 years or more. You live in San Diego, your father lives in Oklahoma, your mother, your sisters’ Cindy, Lily and your brother Josh all live in Albuquerque. The only one that lives here now is your sister Jody. You know that,” she said with concern.
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