The Werewolf Boy~
vibrant green farm fields as I rest my
urrent situation would be th
usands of miles away from my Florida home, yet I can'
ng the steering wheel with her knuckles white an
resort in Dothan, Alabama, where
rse job, and she just couldn't refuse. She will travel this summer saving lives a
e in the very place that has impacted my
ound to become a reality again, but there is nothing I can do besides cross my
egan. The night when I w
s attacked by a ma
securely, I yawn for a bit then tilt my body closer to the window,
etty sure that by tomorrow morning I
glade. So of course, the visual scenery hasn't changed much, however, I ha
s around me arouse a hidden memory burie
familiar beauty of it all from those many years ago when I first visit
heds, to the vast sycamore trees lingering at the edge of its bo
almost
wards, stretching my arms and hands. The
throat. I tediously turn
on, I promise. Just give it about 35 minutes." She looks
gain, It's hard to miss the dark circles underneath them, swal
es seeing you in person after all these years. She can't wait to see you, let alone hav
thy sigh, resting my
nding much more monotonic
so?" Sh
about, remember?" Her voice dra
pting the car to become silent again. I can feel my mom's eyes
her throat
it? Not too hot, not too cold. The
er, and anxiety co
. While I stay in Nebraska for a couple of weeks, I hope I don't get strand
od place, but her words made me feel worse than before
e speaks f
Lilit
head back home?" I sai
I uttered those silly words. I can't see the express
ick and frigid with suspense
s as mom speaks with utter exhaustion, as if her wor
tie, we talke
now
t you would a
ing to her, I plead, "J-Just please, mom! Please take m
eclares, saying my name like a threat
om
throw away money that we don't have! Yo
mom. It
having this discussion?"
to go back to that pla
re somber and distant than usual. And like a frigid little girl, I look
ar me out, just this once, and wh
hten around the steering wheel, and a prominent f
says, calmly. I
king your antipsy
believe what I told her abo
nks I'm crazy after all these years. And It's sil
, and now I'm all alone with
r is the last thing I want to do right now,
w is enough to make tears swell
this morning,
way for minutes, giving me the idea t
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the same old scenery of the countryside, but no. M
m okay with temporary feelings. T
ially at a time like this? A sense of ownership o
an exit leading into the ru
town square, and I watch as pe
cial buildings that stretches
re a small bakery, a few drugstores, a
ts and Methodists denominations, and a town hall buildi
ndie "small town" films where two teenagers fa
green of sycamore trees. The blistering sunlight creates an illus
e town houses here and there - my mom
House, and Camping Resort sig
oximately 9 feet. In sheer hindsight, it seems like it's finished talking with the booth manager inside,
stained cabins emerge from the beau
and pine trees, and to our left lies t
ely how I r
houses and recreation facilities, small and large su
nt in order to see the buildings that
y enclosed by pine trees until we pull up into a familiar gra
t emerge from the darkness, and th
We're actually
inor changes. It's a borderline mansion two-story si
lutely as
here, I can see my aunt standing at the top of the flights of steps leading to the burgun
ine before letting ou
. Stepping out of the car and into the evening sun, she stick
uggage in the trunk? I'll be back in a few
ng the door behind her. My eyes follow her from the wind
preparing myself for the rest of t
le to my right, I pull the l
ls stiff and sore from the eight-hour drive, so I stretch
mall and two large matching pink embroid
rrying another bag on top, I drag it against the gravel in my right
the top of the porch, my mom and aunt are passionately havin
ssion. Jennie finally looks around and down
hen her gray eyes widened. She then dashes down
grown up so much!" I wrap my arms around her
my chin further
sed yo
her arms, then looks
e home,