It's been three years since I left. Well since me and Noah left. Three years that I haven't seen my friends, my twin brother Blaine and my younger sister Marley, and Noah's younger brother Jake (Who married Marley). Three years since my Daddy stopped talking to me and by association my dad. Yeah, it had been three years since I left, and here I was probably making the biggest mistake of my life. But I wanted my family back and I really missed home.
"Babe, look over there." Noah whispered. I looked in the direction he was pointing.
There over by a window was our family. My sister was holding her youngest, Eric. Her Husband had their oldest, Liza. And right there beside them standing with a little sign that read Mommy and Daddy, was my little girl.
Caroline was small for a five year old. She had her Daddy's hazel eyes and my long curly brown hair. As soon as Noah said something and I looked at her she spotted me.
She started running toward us right then. I had to laugh. Eric and Liza wriggled out of Marley and Jake arms and ran after her. We made it to the three of them and I scooped Caroline up in my arms.
"Mommy, I missed you." She said in a sweet voice.
"I missed you too baby." I told her as I held her close.
Moments later Marley and Jake found us. I put Caroline down and she ran to her daddy. I saw Noah pick her up and spin her around.
I made my way over to my sister. She had cut her hair a little and looked like she had added highlights. I hugged her tight. And tears came down my face.
"You look good." I told her when we parted. The truth is she had always looked good. At least that's what everyone use to say.
Our dads loved competition. They also loved putting us against each other.. Marley may have been the youngest but she got the by default most of the attention from our dads and leaving me and Blaine in the shadows.(It didn't really phase Blaine much).
They always gave Marley more attention. Taking her shopping, always buying her gifts, giving her everything she ever wanted, while I got pushed to the background of Marley Land. Anytime Marley would want to play with me our dads would always suddenly want to take her shopping or to lunch. It wasn't until middle school that I began to grow into my looks and Marley, though she will always be dad and daddy's favorite, she eventually became the Marley I know and love today,
As the years went on I became confident in myself, and Marley finally stood up to our fathers. She went on and on about how unfairly they had treated me over the years. That was the best birthday present ever.