The Fight For You and More
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The terminals quickly filled the air of laughing and crying. Familes seeing their lives ones return home from being away for so long. My hand griped my one medium sized duffel bag as i grabed it off the baggage belt. Heading twords the exit I kept a look out for anyone in my family.Sadly I made it out of the airport without a single person waiting for me.
"Where to?" The taxi driver asked as i got into the car.
"Home" I replied giving him the adress to the one house I knew that would always be a home to me.Laying my head on the window, I looked out watching cars pass by and people holding hands on the sidewalk.
it has been six years since I've been too San Diego. It hasn't changed as much as I hoped but there was a noticeable difference.
The car slowly stoped in front of the house I had called home for the first 19 years of my life. I payed the taxi driver and got out of the car. Making sure my boots were tied and my uniform in good shape I grabed my duffel back and made my way to the front door.
This is it six years to come gome to this exact place. The home I was raised in. The house I lost my virginity. The house I brought my daughter too after she was born. The house where my family gathered together and celebrated Birthdays and holidays. The house that made me; Me.
My hand shakly knocked in the door. "Just a Minute" I heard my mother's voice call and a bunch of shuffling. The door slowly opened and I looked my mother in the eye.Before I could even say Hello a horrifying look crept across her face.
"Adrianna? I thought you were dead"
