Warning: Anyone who can't stand an antagonistic approach of Rory should probably stop right now.

Rory left a week before us, an uneventful plane trip I'm sure. Unlike the way it was for my Dad. Thanks to in flight movies and large quantities of Swedish berries I was pretty much taken care of, I sat next to the window with my earphones on for five hours consuming endless amount of sugar. My Dad however found out that having someone, even someone who was only two, sitting on him at 30,000 feet, off and on for hours was not at all a fun experience. Le-Le soon found she hated flying, she was frightened and spent most of her time crawling on and off of my Dad's lap, while he tried to comfort her by stroking her brown hair and reading to her.

But it was when we hit the ground the trip really got fun. The line for customs was a mile long, I was feeling the long-term effects of a large bag of Swedish berries and jumping from one foot to another, Le-Le was knocked out and slumped over my Dad's shoulder. When we finally reached the front of the line, feeling victorious Dad produced his passport and Le-Le woke up.

America has interesting rules I soon found out. In order to be considered an American citizen, one needs to be either born in the United States, be declared an American citizen by the government or if born internationally to American parents have your parents declare you by the time you are six months old. Which covered my Dad obviously, and me, however it did not cover the small child running around in circles around my Dad's knees. My Father not expecting a trip to America in his near future did not register Le-Le, which meant that my two year old sister was a British citizen travelling under my father's American passport, and in the eyes of the moustached grim man wearing the customs uniform this was an illegal, (and near terrorist action). Of course, my sister on her recently woken up energetic status, and I on my sugar high excitement did not help at all. My sister hearing her name repeated several times by people she didn't know found it her job to re-educate him, but crossing the yellow line, tugging on his pants and telling him in a no nonsense tone "Le-Le."

An hour later, after the British embassy had been called, after the British embassy had faxed a temporary passport for my two-year-old terrorist threat sister, we left the customs line. My father was ready to rip his own hair out, so that when he finally emerged to the public airport he was not a happy man. Probably preferring to sit in our front room, with his kids in bed, with a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of Jack Daniels, then 3000 miles from home and meeting family after a six year hiatus. I, riding the cart and sitting nobly on top of the suitcases was feeling just fine. Lorelai and Luke were slumped on a bench near the entrance starring catatonically at the blue screen that stated our flight had landed nearly two hours ago, and secretly wondering in their heads if Jess had been the irresponsible kid again and just not come.

Jess had rolled our cart right up them and it was only when he stood in front of the blue screen that they recognized him.

"Jess!" Luke stood up in a hurry. I've seen pictures of my Dad at seventeen; he had bright eyes, carefully moussed hair, and a practiced scowl. At 24, I suppose to Luke and Lorelai he looked different. He had shaggy hair, a neater wardrobe and a noticeable softer and quieter voice, with little hints of an Englishman.

"Hi."

"Hi." Lorelai replied taking it in.

"Hi." Luke stated.

"Hi." I waved from my post on the suitcases.

"Hi." Le-Le cried out a tone higher than anyone really liked.

The three of them stood in an awkward circle.

"This is, Addy." He gestured to me, and I waved again, suddenly shy.

"And this is Le-Le."

"Addy, this is your Grandma, and this is your great Uncle Luke."

I bit my lip and looked around. "Good to meet you Grandma, Uncle Luke."

Lorelai looked at me and her eyes softened. "He sounds so cute!" Taking three quick steps and near knocking me off the suitcase as she pulled me into a hug. Just like that, our awkward group turned into a happy re-union airport family. Luke hugged Jess, Lorelai hugged me, and Lorelai pranced over to Le-Le and fussed over the fourth Lorelai. Luke hugged me; Jess and Lorelai eyed each other warily and shook hands.

Certain things stick out about that visit to Stars Hollow. The first is Luke's diner, sitting on his counter waving and talking to all of the quirky residents and eating three slices of pie, before my Dad discovered me. The second is sitting in the gazebo with my Dad reading while we waited for my Mom's rent-a-car to show up. The third was meeting my great grandparents, visiting them in their big house, Emily fussing over us and demanding to know every little thing and Richard standing back, serious, but with a smile. I walking up to him, reaching only his waist, looking up at him serious and stating.

"I'm Addicus."

"I'm your great Grandpa." He responded equally sombre. Just like that, we started to laugh.

The fourth and most distinctively memorable was the fight. Such a standout moment in my memory that I would always remember every little thing. It's my earliest horrible memory, the first day I saw my parents in a new light. Le-Le and I had been sitting in Lorelai's living room while my Dad was upstairs finishing off his review on Lorelai's computer, when Mom came in and went up. Perhaps it was the tension of family, of actually spending time with each other, of being back in Stars Hollow, Connecticuit, population 9975, what ever it was, it started out quiet and got louder.

"--What the hell are you talking about Rory?"

"You know what! The minute you stop treating me like I'm the fucking villain in this story."

"Then who is?"

Rory was quiet.

"Just say it!! I'm the villain; I'm the bloody evil guy. Why?! Because 'I' got you pregnant, because 'I' ruined your dreams, because 'I' left you!? Wake the fuck up Rory, we got pregnant, you and I together, as far as I can tell your bloody dreams are back on track to the expensive of everything else, and as for me leaving you, I was 17 years old, you told me you were pregnant and I came back, and I have always been here since."

"The expensive of everything else, what do you mean by that?"

"Don't be so ignorant. About how you don't know your kids and they don't know you. You don't know me! You know about the crisis in eastern Europe and starvation in Africa, congratulations it's a real life accomplishment."

"How dare you? I know my children---"

"--What's Addy's teacher's name?"

"I know them.--"

"--What's Leigh's favourite food--"

"I don't hear you complaining when you're using my pay check."

"I have a job; I have a pay check and excuse me if I use your money to feed your kids that you don't give a damn about!"

"Shut the hell up Jess."

"Just answer me one question Rory."

"Shut up--"

"One question."

"Fine. FINE!"

"If you could go back, and choose about Le-Le and Addy would you still have them?"

"What kind of question is that, No! No! NO! I would have been happy having you gone, I would have gone away to University and I wouldn't have to put up with you or them! You're the one who pushed me into having Le-Le in the first place!"

"That's right, get out how you really feel."

"Don't make yourself the good guy. Like you wouldn't pick another way."

"No I wouldn't, and do you know why I pushed you into keeping Le-Le, because damnit Rory you just don't get it! Do you know why? Because I love them and you don't!!!!"

Sometimes near the beginning of the fight Le-Le had climbed in my lap, and halfway through when Lorelai walked in we were huddled in a corner, trying to cover our ears, and I was trying not to cry. Rory stormed down the stairs and Jess was following suit in a horrible contest on who could make the most noises and scream the most curses when they saw us on the floor, Lorelai desperately trying to comfort us and casting them both death looks.

They stopped dead. Rory looked from side to side.

She shook her head. "Fuck." She exhaled, and slammed the door behind her.

Jess stood in the middle of the floor, looking at my tears, looking as Le-Le gripped me with her little hands for dear life, her cheeks tear stained and her bottom lip still trembling.

"Oh Christ, I'm sorry."