Billie Bob Taylor
Pa's home was a large single story beige bricked house with a grey roof and blue double French doors that served as the front door. It had large panelled windows that justifiably showed off the view surrounding us. It was a beautiful house, in fact to me it looked like a mansion from how big it was.
A few feet away was a large garage. Benedito was practically bouncing in his seat. The front door opened just as we parked in front of the house. Pa came out dressed in his boots, American flag shorts with a black shirt. His bright smile made me beam as we both climbed out of the car.
"Bilbob," he cheered as he already extended his arms out for me. I quickly made my way too him and hugged him tightly as he shook me about.
"Hi Pa," I beamed.
