A day at the beach

Subject: A day at the beach Thu May 19, 2011 11:45 pm

Another beautiful morning dawns outside the window and like clockwork my eyes opened just as the first rays of sun break over the horizon. I can already hear the familiar sounds of my mother in the kitchen preparing the morning meal for the three of us. It may be silly for a girl my age to still live at home with her parents but where else could I live never having to pay rent, have all my meals cooked for me, and not have any domestic chores besides taking care of my personal space? I know I have it made living here and despite the fact that I would like a bit more freedom to explore certain areas of my life, I love living here with my mother and father. Swinging my legs over the edge of my bed, I rise and slip into my most comfy jogging clothes, which were lovingly donated to me by a generous animal who donated his meat to our bellies a few years ago. Padding my way to the kitchen, the wonderful aroma of breakfast already making my tummy rumble, I bid my mother good morning with an affectionate peck on the cheek. As per usual my father is already seated at the head of the table watching his wife of decades go about her daily routine. We share our morning meal while discussing our plans for the new day, then as my mother rises to clean up the dishes and my father prepares for his day I head down to the wave packed sand for my morning run.

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Subject: Re: A day at the beach Thu May 19, 2011 11:58 pm

Following the same path as every other morning, I make my way down the beach from the only home I've ever known and pass the only other structure I've ever felt safe in. Of course there is nothing for me there now, another family made it their own years ago, and though I should have been too young to remember much of its former inhabitants I doubt I will ever forget either of the adults I came to love. Nothing in this world could make me forget their son, he started as my best and only friend, my partner in childhood crime, and then circumstance made him into the only brother I will ever have. The father of the new family living in his old house comes outside and waves his hand in greeting, I always wave back when this happens and lift a smile to my neighbor even though the thoughts in my head still label the man and his family as squatters taking residence of a house that is not theirs. I know it is childish of me to think that way, and the rational side of my mind always has some snarky comment to make about it, but I cannot help the way I feel about the issue. In my heart that house will always be Jin's and only Jin's, no matter how many families make their home there over the years. That is the house where his parents lived and loved, the house where he and I laughed before either of our hearts ever knew sorrow, and the house where I saw the best friend of my life break as a young boy. No one else will ever belong there in my eyes, I don't care how immature it is of me to think so.

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