The flight from San Jose to Washington was a depressing experience. The weather seemed to mourn my father too because it was raining like there w as no tomorrow. The only enjoyable part of the trip was that there was plenty of peace and quiet for me to read my beloved addition of Animal Farm. My father strongly disliked electronics like phones and Ipads and often claimed that they were a corrupting influence. As a result, my source of entertainment came from reading books and practicing piano with Father. Those days were long gone and I will always think back to them in my darkest hours.
My father was a handsome red haired doctor with enough money to bribe the president. His family line consisted of doctors ranging from psychiatrists, dentists, medical examiners, and etc. He was the only Feur to break tradition and became a police officer.
When all of a sudden my temporary guardian started to snore. I immediately put my book down and glared out the window, hoping for some sun to pierce through the clouds. Nothing happened and I turned my head to Mrs. Reed who was not only snoring but drooling on the side of her mouth. I would have smacked her awake, but I decided against it. After all, what good would that do except cause my only friend at the moment to dislike me? Besides, I liked Mrs. Reed for two main reasons. One, she had a kind smile that made me remember the days where my mother would play with me before her death at the hands of a rapist. Two, she did not gape at my eyes. I had heterochromia so my right eye was chocolate brown while my left was pale blue. I inherited the eyes from my deceased parents respectively so as I gazed at my reflection in the window, I started to get teary.
"I cried when I lost them too," whispered a dry voice. It turned out to be Mrs. Reed who awaken from her nap. I blinked at her and nodded at her, gesturing her to continue.
"I was eighteen when I received the news that they were shot to death during a robbery at a restaurant. I was at my house making out with the boy would someday become my husband. Then out of nowhere, I heard the sirens and the pounding at my door. I cried for days after I heard the news and thought how the hell will I move on. I started taking drugs, arguing with my friends, and even slapped my English teacher when he told me get a grip. He was right of course, but I refused to listen. After a blowing out with my boyfriend, I realized that the answer was right in front of me. Friends who love me and would do anything to see me smiling again," she finished her story with a coughing fit.
I stared at the woman for a few minutes from a new perspective and I said two words that made her smile slightly, "Thank you."
The rest of the flight was silent and I had no intention of forming a bond with someone who I most likely will never see again. When we landed and gotten my luggage, I followed Mrs. Reed to my new family and life. Little did I know, I was taking my first step onto a new adventure.