My New Home
I walked up the ornate concrete steps to my new home, my feet dragging. My mother had recently remarried, and while I wanted her to be happy, I had a hard time accepting a new man in my life. With the new man came a new house, and a huge one at that. Huge and extremely expensive. The floors were made of shiny hard wood and the ceilings were higher than I had ever seen in a house before. I stood for a moment, almost in awe...