“I’m home.” I unlocked the door and shouted into my childhood home. It was like déjà vu all over again, except this time I knew there would not be any more nasty surprises.
“Hey Avery, we’re in the kitchen.” Dad poked his head out of the hallway to wave hi, his hands were covered in flour, “I’m making homemade bread!”
“OK, I’ll join you after I put my bag down.” I ran down the basement and back to the same room that I used during Christmas holidays. Clearly Jessica didn’t convert the tearoom back to my bedroom, whatever… it was better this way, I would be right next door to Granddaddy and we shared the same bathroom. The memory of my first time put a big smile on my face.
I unpacked and changed into fresh clothes.
“Avery, is that you?”
I turned around and there he was standing at the
