So, dear brother what brings you here? You haven't told me yet!! I did answer your question,but you didn't answer mine.
Isabelle didn't you ask me why I was cooking the steak outside, sweetie?
Says my mom, and I finally began understanding that she planned I whole reunion and I wasn't invited.
The rage and sadness in my body was almost incontrolable. Why wouldn't they invite me at the family meeting. It's been so long and she could only think of her son's first? Why can't she just take a moment to see the love of her daughter instead the brother some actitudes of her brothers.
— Oh mom, I think I would be going now... I was just paying a quick visit, there is one friend of mine who live close to the exit 265, that's why I decided to stop at home.
- Darling, well that is so sad. I hope you can come again with more time on your hands.
She says those words like she didn't even doubt what she was going to say.
— Isabelle are you sure you can stay for the steak and eat dinner with all of us...
I'm not sure if my brother was clueless or he didn't realize the atmosphere has gone awkward.
— there is not need brother, I do need to visit that friend of mine.
I say grabbing my purse and my glasses that were seating in the picnic table.
My brother stands to give me one last goodbye and a hug, but I instantly just tell him goodbye and left. I was hurt, my emoting and feelings were taking the best of me. While I was stepping out of the long pathways full of pink and orange flowers, I met my second brother.
- such a good luck I have...
I say muttering those words more likely to myself than to him.
He was looking at me and I did too. None of us dare to say the first hi. It's been 3 years and we haven't talk to each other. What can you expect from us. He began to step closing to me and I thought he was going to hug me, but instead he pass beside me making his way to our old home trough the flower path. What a beautiful relationship I had with them.
I recover myself from what just had happened and got to my car. I start the engine, making my way to my old home since I had no friend to actually pay a visit. I actually did told the truth to my brother, I had lost my job for using my creativity in my job. I was with a lot thought on my mind and then realize why I was so unlucky in life.
The view was getting hazy since it was raining, and the long highway seemed endless.
-why can't I be like my brother? They have their goals and future planned. I guess that's why my mom prefers them.
I try to recover myself from all those thoughts. I mean I'm Isabelle Hidalgo. I'm not rich but at least I'm real, and a simply lowly person is not going to make me feel like trash. After all I'm Isabelle Hidalgo