Thomas and I didn’t talk much on our way back to my house. We were in some quiet understanding of my situation, while I was thinking of what I was going to say to my father, he was probably trying not to trouble me any further. Instead of chatting, we listened to some radio, while the heater of his car created a cozy feeling. Streetlights were mashing around us, as Thomas hastily drove in the sleepy town. It wasn’t that late, but the cold weather had chased away the people, and they were probably resting in their warm homes, watching television, or making yummy dinner. I loved how in movies, families gathered together for a homemade meal, looking happy and loved. I never had that feeling in the rare times when I had to dine with my father and the twins. It was forced and no one really cared much about the others. Well, maybe dad did, but his plans to unite us
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