“Not yet.”  I replied into Spencer’s belly.  I didn’t feel like moving and she smelt good.  

This time since my head wasn’t pounding its way out of my skull I was able to watch the scenery out the window.  Everything looks so cool upside down.  

The scene of houses and plants out the window were all looking strangely familiar.  It was like I should know where we were going but I didn’t.  I should’ve known by the ugly purple house on the corner street by the big lonely pine tree.  Or by the giant mango tree that spills fruit each season, leaving perfect ammunition for that dumb potato shooter I used to have.  And I really should have realized something when I saw the same old christmas decorations decorating the run down blue house at the bottom of the hill, with the bird that barks.  

But I didn’t.  I stayed oblivious till we turned off the street and stopped in front of a metal gate with flower patterns weaved into the iron.  It was old and a little rusted but all in all not bad.  The damage was minor considering how close the salty air was.

At this point I was upright in my seat sitting with my mouth on my lap.  I just couldn’t believe where we were was here.  I just sat like that for a minute.  Aunty Lisa had enough time to get out of the car open the gate them come back before I closed my mouth.  I could have eaten a fly.

No one spoke as the car slowly drove up the sand and dirt driveway.  The once perfectly landscaped path to the house was over grown with flowers and weeds.  debris from the trees lay scattered and the hedge concealing the front yard was over grown and no longer boxed.  I just sat there in awe, probably squeezing the life out of Spencer’s hand. 

My headache was forgotten as we stopped in front of the large house.  The paint was faded and chipped.  The deck out front looked termite eaten.  And some of the outdoor furniture looked rusted.  Plant pots stood empty.  And nothing was out of place.