I was at a bar with Michelle. David came in and said hi, that he was surprised to see me and that he was waiting for my dad and brother. Then he went and stood nearby, but not with us. Then Thomas came in. He was loud and very happy to see David. I felt angry that they hadn't told me they were in town. Thomas said something to David like "it's good to see you, man. I really wanted to catch up with you while I was in town."
I turned around and said, "Hi Thomas." And he looked surprised and confused, wondering if I'd been invited or if I just happened to be there. And I said something like, "Imagine! Running into your sister, at a bar in the city that she lives when you were just trying to catch up with the rest of your family!"
Thomas rolled his eyes and looked pissed off. I introduced them to Michelle briefly and they hugged her awkwardly.
Thomas and David went to another part of the bar because they didn't want to hang out with me. Then I saw my dad with a little boy. It was a little Thomas. Thomas when he was three or four. I went over to my dad and asked if I could talk to him (little Thomas).
He said yes, and I scooped him up and he threw his little arms around my neck. I was trying not to cry and I said "Hi Thomas!" He said "Hi Heidi." I asked him "Are you being a good boy?" He nodded solemnly.
"Are you brushing your teeth every day? Are you listening to mommy and Maria? Are you eating all your lunch?" He would think about it and nod each time. "Be a good boy, ok? Be careful. Be careful when you cross the road, don't forget to look both ways." (He was an absent minded child and I was always scared he was going to die because he almost did when he was a baby).
I was holding him and hugging him and tears were streaming down my face. "Are you staying in your bed?" (He never stayed in his bed and my mom used to lock him in his room) "Noooo." He said, smiling bashfully. "Stay in your bed, sweetie. Otherwise mommy will lock your door and you don't like that. Just play in your bed quietly if you can't sleep."
"Ok." He said. "Keep being good, ok? Help mommy when she's tired. If she looks tired ask her if you can help her with something. And help Daddy put away the laundry, Ok?" "Ok." He said.
"Don't forget me. Don't forget how much I love you, that I've known you from the beginning." I squeezed him one last time and put him down. I thought about him growing up now in the wrong time and was worried he would turn out differently and that he wouldn't meet his current girlfriend, Sharon. Then I woke up.
I turned around and said, "Hi Thomas." And he looked surprised and confused, wondering if I'd been invited or if I just happened to be there. And I said something like, "Imagine! Running into your sister, at a bar in the city that she lives when you were just trying to catch up with the rest of your family!"
Thomas rolled his eyes and looked pissed off. I introduced them to Michelle briefly and they hugged her awkwardly.
Thomas and David went to another part of the bar because they didn't want to hang out with me. Then I saw my dad with a little boy. It was a little Thomas. Thomas when he was three or four. I went over to my dad and asked if I could talk to him (little Thomas).
He said yes, and I scooped him up and he threw his little arms around my neck. I was trying not to cry and I said "Hi Thomas!" He said "Hi Heidi." I asked him "Are you being a good boy?" He nodded solemnly.
"Are you brushing your teeth every day? Are you listening to mommy and Maria? Are you eating all your lunch?" He would think about it and nod each time. "Be a good boy, ok? Be careful. Be careful when you cross the road, don't forget to look both ways." (He was an absent minded child and I was always scared he was going to die because he almost did when he was a baby).
I was holding him and hugging him and tears were streaming down my face. "Are you staying in your bed?" (He never stayed in his bed and my mom used to lock him in his room) "Noooo." He said, smiling bashfully. "Stay in your bed, sweetie. Otherwise mommy will lock your door and you don't like that. Just play in your bed quietly if you can't sleep."
"Ok." He said. "Keep being good, ok? Help mommy when she's tired. If she looks tired ask her if you can help her with something. And help Daddy put away the laundry, Ok?" "Ok." He said.
"Don't forget me. Don't forget how much I love you, that I've known you from the beginning." I squeezed him one last time and put him down. I thought about him growing up now in the wrong time and was worried he would turn out differently and that he wouldn't meet his current girlfriend, Sharon. Then I woke up.
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