I had dreamed of this day. The day I would end up returning home, and the moment I stepped through the door, the chaos that was my siblings came rushing towards me. They hugged both me and Pollux and even welcomed Trixie with open arms. My mother had grayed over the last two years and was paler than I had remembered her being.
I wasn't sure what had happened while I was gone, but it was clear that whatever had happened, had taken a toll on all of our parents. I was shocked to see how grown my siblings had become. No longer were my little brothers, Zach, Dillon, and Tatum the little boys I had left. Zach was now 16, Dylan was fourteen, and little Tatum, no longer looking sick, was now 11.
The moment my eyes locked with my little brother Tatum, they began to fill with tears.
“You look so much better,” I whispered as I quickly wrapped my arms around him and gave him a hug.
