It was one of the most eerie moments of her life. It was bittersweet, and
it touched her heart deeply. She now realized things would be tough, but
she was willing to take those risks. She felt safe for the first time in
this environment since she left it so long ago.
Katheryn stepped into the airport. She was finally home, in Toronto. This
was the first time she was on Canadian turf since she left home at the age
of 17.
Now, at a strong 24, Katheryn has finally come home. Tears ran down her
face. She couldn't tell if she made a mistake or did the right thing. Time
would only tell, and to Katheryn, time was a bitch.
It was a rainy day. Actually, rainy was an understatement. It was like a
monsoon outside. Pouring rain and heavy winds made it seem like the
hurricanes Katheryn experienced in South Carolina, where she lived for 7
long years. Except it wasn't thundering in Toronto, just pouring rain.
Katheryn remembered some of the hurricanes where it poured for a while, and
then changed to hail the size of golf balls.
Katheryn got her bag from the conveyor belt, and along with her carry on,
she headed outside.
Luckily for her and everyone else, the wind was blowing the other way so
Katheryn didn't get wet. She hailed for a taxi. Unlike in the United
States, the taxis were blue, not yellow. Katheryn put her bags in the back
seat with her. The driver turned around and asked, "Where to, sweetie?"
"1587 East Maple Blvd. please," Katheryn replied politely. The driver
nodded and started the ignition. 'He's so nice,' Katheryn thought. 'He's
more polite than those New York cab drivers.' She chuckled remembering a
vacation she took to New York City one year with her neighbors.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they arrived at 1587 East
Maple Blvd. By this time, the rain let up a little, but not much and the
wind was still acting like a wild beast. Even thought it was only 4 in the
afternoon, the sky was completely gray and it looked like early twilight.
Katheryn paid the cabby, quickly got her bags, and ran to the front porch.
1587 East Maple Blvd. was the house she grew up in since she was a baby.
This was the house where her and her brother, Jason, always wrestled each
other along with Jay's best friend, Adam.
She just wanted to run inside, and everyone be there. her mom, her dad, and
her brother. She wanted to run in and yell "I'm home!" and throw her arms
around everyone there and tell them how sorry she is for leaving and
explain to Jay once and for all the truth, not the lies he has been told.
It was time that he knew, and it was time that Katheryn was proven
innocent.
But first, she had to deal with her parents. She rang the doorbell. She
stood there fidgeting with her fingers, waiting impatiently for someone,
anyone, to open the door.
it touched her heart deeply. She now realized things would be tough, but
she was willing to take those risks. She felt safe for the first time in
this environment since she left it so long ago.
Katheryn stepped into the airport. She was finally home, in Toronto. This
was the first time she was on Canadian turf since she left home at the age
of 17.
Now, at a strong 24, Katheryn has finally come home. Tears ran down her
face. She couldn't tell if she made a mistake or did the right thing. Time
would only tell, and to Katheryn, time was a bitch.
It was a rainy day. Actually, rainy was an understatement. It was like a
monsoon outside. Pouring rain and heavy winds made it seem like the
hurricanes Katheryn experienced in South Carolina, where she lived for 7
long years. Except it wasn't thundering in Toronto, just pouring rain.
Katheryn remembered some of the hurricanes where it poured for a while, and
then changed to hail the size of golf balls.
Katheryn got her bag from the conveyor belt, and along with her carry on,
she headed outside.
Luckily for her and everyone else, the wind was blowing the other way so
Katheryn didn't get wet. She hailed for a taxi. Unlike in the United
States, the taxis were blue, not yellow. Katheryn put her bags in the back
seat with her. The driver turned around and asked, "Where to, sweetie?"
"1587 East Maple Blvd. please," Katheryn replied politely. The driver
nodded and started the ignition. 'He's so nice,' Katheryn thought. 'He's
more polite than those New York cab drivers.' She chuckled remembering a
vacation she took to New York City one year with her neighbors.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they arrived at 1587 East
Maple Blvd. By this time, the rain let up a little, but not much and the
wind was still acting like a wild beast. Even thought it was only 4 in the
afternoon, the sky was completely gray and it looked like early twilight.
Katheryn paid the cabby, quickly got her bags, and ran to the front porch.
1587 East Maple Blvd. was the house she grew up in since she was a baby.
This was the house where her and her brother, Jason, always wrestled each
other along with Jay's best friend, Adam.
She just wanted to run inside, and everyone be there. her mom, her dad, and
her brother. She wanted to run in and yell "I'm home!" and throw her arms
around everyone there and tell them how sorry she is for leaving and
explain to Jay once and for all the truth, not the lies he has been told.
It was time that he knew, and it was time that Katheryn was proven
innocent.
But first, she had to deal with her parents. She rang the doorbell. She
stood there fidgeting with her fingers, waiting impatiently for someone,
anyone, to open the door.