We Arrive

"Here we are," she says, "home sweet home."

I see a small pond off to the side, what looks like a barn and a large house. Of course they would have a large house think of all those girls, bet there is a ton of bathrooms too.

As she crunches to a stop amidst a bevy of cars. I see kids of all ages and adults too look at the car. The whispers between them is funny and I am sure they are wondering about the guy, of course that is me.

I get out and walk over and open her door for her. As I turn around, there is dear old dad. Though he does not look so old, and he is sizing me up.

"Sir," I say extending my hand, "I am John."

"Figured that boy," he says, "let me introduce you around."