"Grandpa, I-I feel like I'm a disappointment t-to the Reagan f-family name. I'm not g-good enough t-to have it as my, my la-last name."
Dad sat me down on the bed again and said "Woah, woah, woah, woah. Who told you that? Don't you ever think you're not good enough for your last name. Whoever says that, don't know what they're talking about. You send 'em to me next time." Grandpa walked over and knelt down in front of the bed.
"Joseph, if anyone ever tells you that you don't deserve to have the last name 'Reagan' tell them you're proud of who you are and who your family is." Pop leaned over and whispered into my ear.
"Knock 'em in the nose real good. They should leave you alone after that." That made the both of us laugh. Dad was confused for a while until I told him what Pop said, then we all started laughing.
I told them how I felt about the day's earlier events. About how I was asking the "What-if's" "What if I wasn't part of the Reagan family? What if I didn't have my phone? What if they had kidnapped and done worse to me? What if I never got to see my family again?" It was questions like that, keeping me up those first two nights at Grandpa and Pop's house. I had a nightmare the first night I actually slept. I relived the break-in again, but this time I wasn't a Reagan, and I couldn't get help. According to Grandpa and Pop, I yelled in the middle of the night. It woke everyone in the house up, and Grandpa brought me into his room to sleep.