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Damian and Jon had not seen each other in years. This was not because they where to busy to see each other, no, those two made time to see each other. It was for another, very cruel reason. Damian had to go into hiding after he got Mia pregnant. He was afraid that his mother would find out and take his child away. He had Jon swear him that he would not look for him because he could be followed and give away his location. Five years had gone by, no sign or word from his best friend, until one day, he suddenly got a call from him. He said that his Brother Richard had given up on waiting and looked for him anyways, he had convinced Damian that he could not hide forever and that it was time for his son Thomas to meet the rest of the family. Jon was overjoyed to hear this and wondered if his old friend had changed a lot. He himself had changed a lot for sure, that is what kids do to you after all. He got his girl Max two years before the Damian fiasco and one year after he married Tamara, his lovely wife. He could not wait to see Damians son for the fist time and for their children to meet, he hoped with all his heart that they would get along. Jon could not help but think about the times when he and Damian where still young and had the most fun. He wanted that for his daughter. Jon also hoped that he and Damian would still get along, it had been a long time after all. The call ended quickly, Damian had to get ready he said, and they would speak soon anyways. That soon was today…
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Thomas, a five year old kid who was sitting in the back of his fathers car, was deciding on throwing up now or later when they made a stop, right on top of his fathers shoes. He hated this, all of this. Moving, not knowing what would happen, sitting for so long with no entertainment whatsoever, the sound of the ventilation in the car. Everything. He wanted to scream, make his father furious, but he already did that yesterday so it would be unoriginal. Yesterday they arrived in their new house and it was the ugliest place he had ever seen in his live. The walls where white and the seats where cold and the fridge didn’t open easily. And it was in a city, which was filled with ugly people and stinky cars and he just wanted to go back to his little house in the rainforest. Surrounded by nature and the creatures of the earth. The young boy could not understand why there where so many people in the first place. Where he had lived, there where no people at all, except for mom and dad, and it was perfect.
“Thomas, we are going to arrive shortly.”
“Yes, father.”
“I want you to be on your best behavior, Jon is an important person to me, do you understand. Nothing like yesterday.”
“Yes, father.” Oh, he was so going throw up on his shoes.
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“Father?”
“Yes son”
“Why do I have to go to this jon-man and mommy doesn’t?”
“Cause your mother has to move everything into the apartment and she has a jet lag.”
“A jet leg?”
“She is tired.” Eum… Yeah, so? Thomas was tired to, very, very, very, very tired now he thought about it.
“I also am tired, father. Very much!”
“I told you when we left you should sleep in the car.”
“no, you didn’t!”
“Yes, I did!”
“Nuhuh, I don’t remember that at all.”
“Then you are just being forgetful, Thomas, because I certainly said so!” His father sounded slightly annoyed. Good, the kid thought.
“Father… I am thirsty. And I think I have to poo.”
“Just hold it in a little longer, we should be there any second.”
“How many?”
“How many what, son?”
“Seconds.” The boy rolled his brown eyes as if that was the dumbest question he had ever heard.
“We will be there soon.” Yeah well, that did not answer his question. He hated his Father today, he was being stupid and not nice and Thomas had the urge to punch him. He would do that later, after the vomiting.
“Ok.” He mumbled angerly.
He thought about this Jon-man. Probably some guy with a big nose and in that nose he had poo and broccoli, two of the most terrible things to have in your nose. His eyes would be like those of a snake and they would be yellow like piss. That made him giggle a little. And his feet would be bigger than the rest of his body and make loud noises like boom, bam, boom and he would break everything with them and make everything flat like leaves. He would make his dad flat and his mom and himself and then the rest of the world. And when that was done he would eat broccoli all day and scream his name. Jon-man! Jon-man!
Thomas shivered. He really wanted to go back home now and with home he did not mean that horrible house in that horrible city. But because today was the absolute worst day of his live the car stopped.
“We have arrived son.”