The nervousness blew in full force when our father pulled up and Kathy gave me a kiss on the cheek, now her cheek, as I walked away officially as “Kathy” to embrace an all new life for a short amount of time. I made up for lost time on the way home and talked about all sorts of things I knew our father and I had in common, and he even commented once on the fact that I was a lot bubblier and seemed more spontaneous after spending some time with ‘my sister’.
When we got back to the house, one in which I didn’t spend a lot of time at all, I decided to do some exploring. My father went to his study to complete some work and asked if I was going to be okay, so after convincing him that I was fine, I spent some time getting acquainted with the kitchen and eating some of Kathy’s favorite foods, which were also some of mine. When I was finished chowing down a bowl of microwave oatmeal, I ventured back the dark hall on the hardwood flooring, admiring all the pretty decorations around the house and taking in the entire expensive atmosphere. I came to the last door on the right, which I knew was Kathy’s, but had never actually seen before.
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