Proud

When I arrived in Wahneta around 5 p.m., both of my parents' cars were parked in the driveway.

With no space left, I had to park partially on the lawn.

I got out of the Mustang and walked up to the front door, which turned out to be close.

'I don't have keys.' I thought and I rang the door.

I heard the sound of footsteps approaching from inside. The door swung open, and there stood my dad. He had his hair slightly tousled and clearly he had lost some weight recently. He was wearing a casual white shirt and jeans.

"Jack!" he said, stepping closer and pulling me into a hearty hug. "It's good to see you. Come in. Are you hungry? Mom is going to make something for you... Jessica!! It's Jack."

My mom stepped out of the bedroom, looking a bit dazed. Her short blonde hair had grown out a bit.

'Strange, she always kept it much shorter.' I thought.