Jordan
By: kelle24
Jordan sat in her room looking out the window wondering about her brother. She wondered where he was and how he grew up. She remembered when she went to go visit James's parents. How they named her brother James after their dead son. He hated that and she knew that because he had told them so. He must have thought when they looked at him that they were thinking about the child that they lost and he probably didn't measure up in their eyes.
She thought that she had it bad growing up like she did, but at least her father loved her a little bit. Did James's parents love him? Did they hate him? Were they mean to him? What kind of life did he lead when he was a child and an adult?
She remembered his face when he talked about their mother. How he dreamed that she come and rescue him and take him away. He had a sad lost little boy look. She kind of hoped that she would see him again to talk to him. Maybe, just maybe he would talk to her about his childhood, but she doubted that.
She also wondered where he was now. Was he okay? What was he thinking? What was he doing? She hoped that he was okay and he was safe. She took one last look outside and then got ready for bed.
The End.
