"Where are my keys honey?" My mom answered with the usual response. "Look in your pockets." He started to pat down his jackets and pants. My dad was one of those people who had to have lots of pockets. It didn't help that he lost stuff constantly. "I got them." The keys jangled in my little brother's hand. "They were on the pavement. You should watch where you put things." He said jokingly. It wouldn't have been annoying if he didn't have a smug smirk plastered on his face. My dad gave him the side eye and I rolled my eyes. He could be so annoying sometimes. Actually it was most of the time. My dad turned the lock to the door and we stepped in. Once the light was turned on the familiarity of the place warmed my heart. 

Mom loved decorating the place in cliché beach memorabilia. The anchors, starfish, and of course the beach themed decorative pillows. The couch was also an ocean blue. My dad always hated the idea of theming things. But, he seemed fine with it since my mother loved it. Every birthday party since we were little had to be themed. I can still remember my princess birthday party with Cinderella. She was my favorite princess at the time and everything was blue. The cupcakes, the napkins. She even got a cake featuring Cinderella's face. I don't even want to get started on how I had to convince her not to theme my sixteenth birthday party. 

"I'm going to my room." He said while taking his old suitcase with him. At least he didn't forget to take his games this time. Last year he forgot them and it was a fiasco in itself. My little brother and his games. They are inseparable. "Alright. Tomorrow I have some family activities planned for us." We both groaned simultaneously. It was one thing we had in common. Avoiding my mom's activities was on the top of that list. She just liked doing things that weren't exactly the most fun for teenagers. Well, I did like miniature golf. I would never tell my brother that, or my parents. "Guys, it'll be fun. We can go miniature golfing. I know Aubrey loves it." I don't know how my mother picked up on that. She might've just said that to get us excited. She couldn't actually realize that I feel that way.

"I'm going to go to my room and unpack." I said without agreeing to her previous statements. I rolled my cute suitcase to my room. It was just as I remembered it. A little outdated with my tastes, but still nice. The curtains were vertically stripped with pastel pink and white. The bed sheets and comforter had an array of colorful flowers on the front. The part where it started to get outdated where all my princess figurines. I always left them there. It may sound sorta cheesy, but it felt welcoming. Okay maybe it wasn't cheesy, just weird. I started to unpack my clothes.