Same Eternal Pattern

CHAPTER 3

I step out of the taxi and the cold air slaps in my face. I look around and the familiar street greets me. The sky is grey, and the chances of raining are quite high, but I needed to come home. I readjust the brown scarf I'm wearing, and I head to my house' door, well, now I should call it my mom's house, but who am I trying to lie to? This will always be my home.

I get to the entrance, and I knock. No one answers, but then, I hear some steps approaching at the other side of the door and then, a metallic clinking. The door swings open and there is my mom.

-Harry! Love! -She leans towards me and hugs me tightly; I hug her back in the same way. God, I missed her.

-Hi, mom. -I say hiding my face against her neck and sniffling deeply at her hair absorbing her scent.

Then she stretches her arms holding still my shoulder and looks at me straight to my face as if she just remembered something.

-And? - She asks anxious.

I let out a mischievous smirk that gives away the answer to her question.

-You got it... -She mumbles to herself studying my face, and my smile grows. - You got it! - She shouts.

-Yes. -I answer sniggering.

-I knew you would! -At that moment, the cold wind hits our bodies making us aware that we were still standing at the door. -Oh my god! Get in, you must be freezing.

She closes the door behind us, and the warm room welcomes me and all the worries that I had pressing my chest disappear.

-Gemma! - She shouts startling me, and I turn to look at her.

-Is she here?

She nods. -In the kitchen. - She says pointing to it. -Gemma! - She yells again as we're getting closer. And I'm home...

-What? - Gemma asks, and her voice sounds muffled.

I make my way to the kitchen, and there it is my older sister, with her head inside the oven.

-What the hell are you doing? - I ask her as I get next to her.

At the sound of my voice, she gets her head out and grins at me.

-Hey! - She says still on her knees, but then she stands up and shakes her hands on her thighs trying to clean them. - I'm making cookies.

-With your head as garnish? - I laugh.

-Shut it! There's something wrong with this oven. -She finally gets closer to me and hugs me briefly. I smile supporting my head on top of hers.

-Tell her. -My mom is at the frame door of the kitchen watching us with a silly smile. I must be wearing the same one.

-Tell me, what? - Gemma stares at me waiting.

-I got it. – I say raising my brows at her.

-What? - She asks confused.

-The job, smartass. - I tell her as if it was obvious.

-You did?! -She yells excited. I nod at her and she jumps at me and I catch her just on time.

-Don't jump at me like that! - I shout but I'm laughing at her reaction.

-Congrats, little bro!

-Thanks, big sis.

***

The cookies are not bad after all. They are edible. My mum and Gemma are sitting next to me on the couch. We have made some tea to drink it with the cookies and a random film is playing on the TV. We are not paying too much attention to it since my mom doesn't stop asking me question about the job.