"Arriving at he Bennett Manor on our right sir." The Coachmen who has serviced me, pulls the horse-drawn carriage from the train station in town to my destination comes to a sudden halt. "6 shillings my good man."
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Although the journey was quite fast and way too bumpy, I tip him an extra shilling, simply excited to see the souls who quickly became my 2nd family from a boy as I grew to a man.
"Good day!" Thrilled to see the Bennetts I find myself out of the carriage and jogging up the hill with my luggage, I accidentally spook the horses as I past by like lightning.
"Ben-Ben?" My best companion from the wee ages of three meets me at the gate, I stare in awe, happy to see he hasn't changed a bit.
"Refer to me as Sir Benjamin Bennett now, young rascal." Holding his chest high, he playfully demands his respect.
"Benjamin Bennett, aye?" I chuckle sarcastically, pulling my favorite face into a nuggie, roughing his short locs of red silk. "It's Ben-Ben since I met ya, it'll be Ben-Ben to ya die! Come're ye rascal!"
"Aye! I get it!" He surrenders, touching his painful tenderized head. "Give me a proper hug ya savage!"
Embracing my brother tightly, he smells like home. The bright fragrance of the British countryside and Spring wildflowers seep into my spirit, warming me so much more.
"I've missed you brother." I sniff salty tears back, appreciating the home I once took for granted.
"Aye! Don't get soft on me mate!" Ben chuckles. "No, but honestly, I'm very glad you made it Robert. It's been too long."
"How dare ya both forget to invite me into a warm embrace?" The Irish-British charm continues as Ben's kid sister Janine runs quickly out of the house, joining our hug.
