"The past is the past," most people say when they wont to forget the past. When they just want it to all go away and have an excuse for it when it does get brought up once more. The thing is you cant run from it...you cant hide from it, but when you face it, will you stand tall and fight it? Or will you...crumble?
"Rachel, you don't have to go," my best friend and roommate Allison said as she helped me back everything in my car. "Al, you don't understand I haven't seen my dad since I left four years ago...I ran away from him, from everything, I think it's time to move back." She just gave me this look, Allison knew me to well to know when I was lying. "Promise me you will visit California one time this year?" I couldn't help but smile and pull her in for a hug. Allison knew everything about the past...well except what I was running from.
After an eight hour drive having moments when I just wanted to turn around and go home to Pullman, I reached the small reservation. Nothing at all has changed, everything was like how it was four years ago. Butterflies filled my stomach as I pulled up to the foreign, little red house. I couldn't help but smile, the loving memories flowed back to me, but one still took over the rest. It was like I could hear her voice calling me... "RACHEL!" I jumped as I saw my little brother Jacob running from the house, now he looked VERY different. He almost didn't look like my brother I remembered. I hopped out of the car and into his arms; he swung me around like I was as light as a feather. "Whoa Jake," I said as he put me down, "are you perusing a career in body building?" I asked feeling his big arms. He just burst out laughing; I really missed that about him. "No, just be building them up for the ladies," I giggled at his explanation. "Dad is inside, I'll get your things, oh and I'm cooking dinner so be ready from some amazing steaks," I giggled and walked into the house. Everything was the same from the beat up couch Jacob and i use to watch movies every Saturday night on to the broken window square Rebecca's boyfriends hit a baseball through. "Is that my little girl," I turned to see my father in his wheelchair, smiling up at me. He looked like he aged so much, he had dark circle under his eyes, more wrinkles on his face. "Well, are you going to stand there or give your father a hug," I knelt down and hugged my father, he squeezed me, like when i left because, at the time, he knew I wasn't coming back for a while.
