Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)A Family Legacy
Every summer for the past few years I've been heading down to my grandpa's house for the summer after school. I started visiting him after the death of my mother, who tragically passed from a complicated case of pneumonia. After her death, many things changed for me. I moved in with my father, who was divorced from my mother and remarried with two other kids. I changed schools and had to remake friends. I was just a child when it happened, but that didn't stop my father from taking off on business trips for weeks, even months at a time, and leaving me with his estranged new-wife who was, for lack of better words, a crazy cold bitch. It wasn't until dearest granddad offered his large home to me for the summer. I jumped on the opportunity, simply to get away from the empty household I was always stuck in. Although my step-siblings were alright, they were much older, and I could no longer relate to them in the same sense as the past. They had moved on with life. One had moved out of the house to go to college, and the other was barely home ever, and always with her preppy friends. I found comfort in spending time with my grandfather in his lavish estate and always enjoyed my stay.
He didn't live far. But, of course, my father had no time to drive me anywhere, so he settled on paying for a flight there. It was a short hour or two flight before we landed and a driver was hired to pick me up and escort me from the airport to his house. When we arrived and the car finally stopped, I pushed it open immediately. I had my fingers on the dial, ready to jump out of the car. “Come, on, come, on.” I muttered under my breath to the driver, waiting impatiently for him to pop the trunk so I could retrieve my four luggage. I had to admit, I didn't really travel light, but I was staying for a over a month. Having been the only child between my biological mother and my father, I was rather spoiled. But I knew, deep inside, it had nothing to do with making me happy, it only had to do with replacing time with money. Since my father was almost never around, and when he was, he was on the phone or on the computer, it was as if I barely knew him. And that often infuriated me. So, rather than supplying the attention I needed, i got money, clothes, and gifts to make up for it.
I pulled two of my heavy bags out of the trunk, almost falling flat on my face trying to get them out. I was a petite thing for my age. I was fairly short and very thing with a tiny waist. I didn't have too much muscle but I always took more than I could handle. The driver rushed over and grabbed the rest of the bags. “Thank you.” I stated politely, but I didn't make eye contact, because my eyes were on the front door.
