sexysquid90
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It had been nearly five years since I had been able to come home. When dad left us, I became the man of the house even though I was the youngest. My mother and sisters all helped to keep our house going, but I had been raised to believe a man provides for those he loves. When I graduated high school, I went right into the Navy to provide for mine. I volunteered for every tour to the Sandbox to make as much money as I could to send home. After five years of working hard, I was finally taking leave to go home.
My mom was always beautiful; I never understood why dad left. My sisters took after my mother. As the lone boy, I inherited most of my father's traits. I was tall and broad chested, but I kept lean and strong through CrossFit. My blonde hair was kept cropped short and all the sun had already given me crows' feet to my grey eyes. One of the indulgences I allowed myself were tattoos, but otherwise all my money went home.
The cab stopped before my mom's modest house and I got out, pulling my bag out of the trunk. This trip was to be a surprise and I was dressed in my blue crackerjacks with all the ribbons and pins I had earned in such a short time. When I reach the door, Moira--my oldest sister--answered the door. I had worked the surprise with her.
"Wow, baby brother! Look at you!" She wolf whistles. "I bet you break all the hearts dressed like that!"
"There isn't much of a chance to break hearts in Iraq or Afghanistan, Moira."
"But when you get home, I'm sure...." Her words trail off and I suddenly feel like a piece of meat.
"Does mom know anything? Moira!" I shouted her name because she seemed lost in thought.
"Yeah. She doesn't know."
I walk into the house, drop my bag and breath. It feels so good to be home. I walk into the kitchen and find my mom cooking, completely focused on her task. I wait for a minute, watching her. She could still turn heads of any man.
"Hi, mom. I'm home."
She turns her head and drops what she's doing, crushing me in her hug as she cries.
My mom was always beautiful; I never understood why dad left. My sisters took after my mother. As the lone boy, I inherited most of my father's traits. I was tall and broad chested, but I kept lean and strong through CrossFit. My blonde hair was kept cropped short and all the sun had already given me crows' feet to my grey eyes. One of the indulgences I allowed myself were tattoos, but otherwise all my money went home.
The cab stopped before my mom's modest house and I got out, pulling my bag out of the trunk. This trip was to be a surprise and I was dressed in my blue crackerjacks with all the ribbons and pins I had earned in such a short time. When I reach the door, Moira--my oldest sister--answered the door. I had worked the surprise with her.
"Wow, baby brother! Look at you!" She wolf whistles. "I bet you break all the hearts dressed like that!"
"There isn't much of a chance to break hearts in Iraq or Afghanistan, Moira."
"But when you get home, I'm sure...." Her words trail off and I suddenly feel like a piece of meat.
"Does mom know anything? Moira!" I shouted her name because she seemed lost in thought.
"Yeah. She doesn't know."
I walk into the house, drop my bag and breath. It feels so good to be home. I walk into the kitchen and find my mom cooking, completely focused on her task. I wait for a minute, watching her. She could still turn heads of any man.
"Hi, mom. I'm home."
She turns her head and drops what she's doing, crushing me in her hug as she cries.