AN: Another original. Sorry. Twilight stuff is coming next I believe. But don't hold me to that, I can barely remember what I ate for lunch today let alone what I wrote over a week ago. Right see you at the bottom.
Word Prompt: Roots.
Texas would always be my home. However I had spent the better part of my life in England. My father was in the US Military and had steadily worked his way up the ranks. We had arrived in England when I had just turned 11. The first year was hard; kids can be cruel and when you are not only new but have an accent you tend to become somewhat of a target. At first I begged and pleaded to go home but after numerous tantrums and fits I knew that I would be staying in England for the foreseeable future.
I tried to fit in and eventually made some friends. As I grew up my mannerisms shifted to fit into the culture we were living in. My accent, however, was constant. I refused to change or downplay it. To do so would be denying my roots, denying where I came from and who I was. One sunny afternoon just after a second summer in the UK my father took us to the local park. He sat on the grass and motioned that I should sit beside him. I did and readied myself for whatever he was about to say.
"Now, son, I know when we first arrived here you didn't like it, but it seems that you have settled in quite nicely now."
I simply nodded and let him continue.
"I have been offered a permanent job over here and having discussed it with you mother I think I will be accepting the position. "
I just stared at him blankly. My brain didn't comprehend what he was saying.
"Brandon." He said sharply. I looked up. "Did you hear what I said? We are staying in England. For good."
Everything clicked into place and my world collapsed.
"We're staying?" My voice didn't sound like my own.
Nodding my father stood up and simply asked if I wanted to play ball.
That was almost 10 years ago and I was finally getting the chance to return home. Whenever I think back the whole day still seems surreal. It didn't matter that even now my mother and father were still living in England and true to my father's word we never moved house again, I can't think about that day without thinking that I had dreamt it. But sitting on the plane to Dallas, I felt as if all my dreams were coming true. I had never forgotten what it was like to feel the Texan sun on my skin or the sound of music permanently floating through the air in Austin. The moment we touched down I could feel it in my very bones. I was home.
AN: awwh *wipes tear* sweet no? review and make me day better? please and thank you. I reply to reviews if that encourages you some...
