My mother lives in a vintage two-story bungalow that her long-time boyfriend, Sam, has been restoring for the past ten or so years. The place was always under construction, and I was hoping it would get finished before my twin nieces went to college. They are currently five. Sam works for a
(more) very successful construction company. To my knowledge he has been in construction all of his life. He loved his work and didn’t mind bringing it home. I could hardly call this home for him. Though he and my mother have basically been dating for the past twenty years, he didn’t live there. She keeps him at arms length, and we have no idea why. Sam adores my sisters and me. We are treated like his own, and we revere him like a father much to the annoyance of my mother. You would think that would make her happy. She especially has a fit when my twenty-two year old sister Lilly, calls him Daddy. Sam entered her life when she was two…it was to be expected.
(note to reader: I know this is a terrible excuse for a prompt answer but it was the only thing i could think of. It's an excerpt from one of my many manuscripts)(less)
