Chapter 2
My old life ended a year ago. Exactly a year and three days have passed since the old but carefree life ended, now it is new. New me. This is how it sounds like in a cheap series. However, my life is not a series or a movie.
The day after I arrived in Denver, I had to change. I remember that day very well.
Tired after the flight with one suitcase and a bag, I was going with my mother to her new home. Between napping in the cab and talking to the taxi driver, I watched the city view through the yellow cab window. The world I saw through the window was completely strange to me, unknown. The man who took us home was constantly talking about his family and the work he likes, although he has little time for the family, he has to work to feed 3 children and the wife has a small salary so she works more. Nobody wanted to take him to work so he started riding a taxi for 4 years. I remember that much from the whole ride, maybe he said something more, but I was too tired to listen carefully and have conversations with him. Probably my mother talked more with him, as it usually happens when we are going. She and my stepfather talked to others and I sat quietly sometimes I muttered something so that no one would complain that I was not interested.
When we drove almost the entire city, which was extremely crowded with people returning from work or school, we drove up to a small but charming house. My mother and I both got out of the taxi and a man named Erick, as my mother asked him, took our suitcases out of the trunk. While my mother was paying for the course, I stood and looked at a new place for the three of us. A small beige house surrounded by a garden, without any mesh or fence. Quite different from the previous house. A path made of marble tiles led to the door, there were beds with flowers by the windows, which my mother would probably change and decorate to her taste. To the right of the front door, there is a huge tree. In front of the entrance to the plot, there was a letterbox, also quite different than I saw, but it fit. There was a porch by the door with a bench and chairs standing there. Even though it looks different from before, I feel like I'm going to like it enough here to start living.
When the taxi left and my mother and I started walking towards the house with the suitcases, my stepfather left. Mom immediately fell into his arms and they started kissing, which for me, seeing that they are both 50 years old, was disgusting so I started to look at the perfectly trimmed lawn.
-Welcome to our new home-my stepfather hugged me tightly and I smiled slightly
Even though he was nice to me, I didn't have the same feeling for my father. He will never be him, but he does try and I'm not rude to him.
The stepfather took the suitcases from us and we headed inside. Together with my mother, they talked as if they hadn't seen each other for 2 years and only 2 weeks had passed since their last meeting.
When we got inside I saw the beige walls of the passage leading straight to the living room. The living room was also beige in color, but there was a large sofa in the middle and in front of it there was a cabinet with a large flat-screen TV. Turning to the right of the living room there was a kitchen decorated in light-colored tiles. In the middle of the kitchen, there was a kitchen island and around the island, there were standing and hanging cupboards, a fridge, and an induction hob. The kitchen cabinets were dark wood.
-Where is my new room, I'm tired- I asked my stepfather. After all, he's been here longer and knows where I have to sleep.
-Up the stairs, the first door on the right at the end of the corridor pointed to the stairs that were between the main entrance and the kitchen.
I took my suitcase and carried it up the stairs, leaving the two lovers alone. There were only 3 pairs of doors on the first floor. One on the right side of the stairs and two more doors on the left opposite each other. Without thinking, I headed for the door my stepfather was talking about. Walking through a small corridor leading to my new room, I noticed pictures on the wall, but there were no personal photos on them, but the usual photos as you buy the frames.
Standing in front of the room door, I sighed and pushed open the door. Inside, the first thing I saw was a large bed. It was the main point, opposite the bed there was a chest of drawers with a TV set on it. On the right side of the bed there was a large window and in the corner of the room a vanity table with a mirror. On the left side of the bed, there was a bedside table with a lamp on it. When entering the room on the left side there were 2 pairs of doors. I immediately walked over to them and opened them. Behind the first door, there was a wardrobe and behind the second door, there was a bathroom with a bathtub with shower, sink, and toilet. Small but practical. There were all the necessary cosmetics on the sink.
Not having strength after the flight and the new impressions related to the new place, I returned to my room and took the clothes that were supposed to be used as pajamas, and went back to the bathroom to take a shower.
After taking a bath and brushing my teeth, I returned to my room, going to bed. As soon as my head touched the pillow, I fell asleep from exhaustion.
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