We pulled up at my dad's house and it was bigger than my mom's house I can tell you that. I was pretty damn big. We walked inside and it was quiet.
"Don't you have a son? Why is it so quiet?" I wondered out loud.
"He's at his friend's house. He will be back around dinner." He said as he was walking into the bathroom.
I took that as my chance to wonder around on my own. I went upstairs and looke in the rooms. I saw a room with blue walls and shoes everywhere so I figured that's my brothers room, which I haven't even learned the name of yet, and I found a room with a king sized bed and light orange walls and figured that was my dad's room. I found another room that was obviously a bathroom, it had a toilet. And lastly I found a room with white walls and a queen sized bed that was pretty much empty besides the dresser, bed, and desk. I took that as it was my room, so I started putting my sketch pad and pencils on the desk. I unloaded my weeks worth of clothing into my closet and found a closet in the hallway with sheets in it so I took some plain sheets and a comforter and covered my bed.
After I was done I went downstairs to see my dad rumaging through the fridge.
"What are you looking for?"
"Something to make for dinner. I was thinking spagetti, again."
"Can I cook?"
"You know how to cook?"
"I learned. Mom was always gone so I picked up on it."
"Oh, then yea, go ahead."
I ended up making chicken patties with cheese and sause on top. Right when they where done, a boy walked through the front door, I'm guessing my little brother.
"Uh, Dad, why is there a girl cooking in our kitchen?"
"I'm Tiffany, I'm your half sister."
"Oh, I have a sister?"
"Yea, you'll understand when your older." Dad butted in.
"Anyways, dinner's ready."
We all grabbed a plate and separated to out different rooms, Dad went into the living room, my brother, who I still don't know the name of, went into his room, so I went to my room. I started drawing randomly and then Dad came in.
"What are you drawing?"
"I have no idea."
"Oh, well by the way your brother's name is Andrew."
"Oh, thanks."
"So I was thinking we could go shopping for some room decorating stuff tomorrow."
"Okay."
"I should probably get to bed. It's already 9. Goodnight."
"Night."
Then he left my room. I tried sleeping but I just couldn't knowing that I knew my dad. I couldn't get over the fact that I actually know my dad. I never thought this would happen. I mean I planned on tracking him down one day, but what are the odds of me actually finding him? And now I have.