An old name

Isra.

Just like I had expected it to be, Mrs Joan didn’t come alone, she came to the house with her daughter Stacy to Kellan’s house and he had opened the door wide enough for them to get in.

I hated it but there was nothing I could say or do.

So I stood there and watched them walk into the house. Uncle Chad was around too, probably busy in the kitchen, I didn’t know why he was trying to make them do anything or trying to be good.

I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at them, as they stared at the house.

“Welcome.” Kellan wanted to sound polite, it was weird it came from him.

Mrs Joan simply nodded and made her way down to me, I wanted to run away or something when she came closer.

She stretched out her arms towards me, and pulled me into a brief hug, her hand patted by back. “Enjoy it whil……