Nov 10, 2024 20:58:41 GMT
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brooklyn |
She and Carrie couldn't believe that they their mother had a brother, mainly because she had never talked about him. A distant memory from a hazy childhood memory, her mom had said the divorce between her parents had been so ugly that bringing up anything from the past with ended with a shutdown. Guess life found a way though, for he was now coming over for brunch.
The smells of eggs, french toast, and some other fragrant smells were wafting through the house. Brooklyn was working away on her homework instead of helping in the kitchen. But her thoughts were too preoccupied with the idea of a new uncle to fully concentrate. What did he look like? Did he like horses? What was it like living in Australia while doing exotic animals? Like honestly, how could she possibly be asked to do homework at at time like this? Granted, the fifteen year old's mind always seemed to find a reason to not concentrate on homework.
Movement outside her window caught her brown eyes, and she quickly got up, "He's here!" She yelled, running down the stairs with a heavy aggression. Brooklyn charged to the door, flinging it open and found herself gawking at this tall man. Her head actually craning to look up, "Man - you're tall." From behind, she could hear her mom call,"Brooklyn! Stop gawking - say hello like an adult!" It took everything to not roll her eyes as she stepped back to allow entry way, "Sorry, I'm Brooklyn."
The smells of eggs, french toast, and some other fragrant smells were wafting through the house. Brooklyn was working away on her homework instead of helping in the kitchen. But her thoughts were too preoccupied with the idea of a new uncle to fully concentrate. What did he look like? Did he like horses? What was it like living in Australia while doing exotic animals? Like honestly, how could she possibly be asked to do homework at at time like this? Granted, the fifteen year old's mind always seemed to find a reason to not concentrate on homework.
Movement outside her window caught her brown eyes, and she quickly got up, "He's here!" She yelled, running down the stairs with a heavy aggression. Brooklyn charged to the door, flinging it open and found herself gawking at this tall man. Her head actually craning to look up, "Man - you're tall." From behind, she could hear her mom call,
No hour of life is wasted that is spent in the saddle.
