I never gave a fuck. Now, on my 18th birthday, I still felt the same. Possibly even worse. ”Hair dye!” I jumped up to wrap my arms around my stepf...ther’s neck and gave him a peck on the cheek. I knew it must’ve been hard for him to get me my hair dye; my mother never approved and he always made sure he kept her happy. I wondered how he managed this. Maybe he hadn’t told her and this was the reason why he was giving it to me in private. ”Figured you might need some.” He grinned and pointed at my. It was a giant stone house almost like a castle. The inside was adorned with fine art and tapestries, the rugs were the finest asian rugs with elegant thread. In the background she heard classical music playing and the faint sound of ice falling into glass. To her left she saw a giant library, two stories all covered in books. As she continued forward she entered a room with stone walls and wooden braces finely placed. Lamps on the wall lightly lit the room and to her right, her new. She wanted to travel while I enjoyed relaxing.We talked some more as we ate dinner. Afterwards I asked her what she wanted to do. She must have stared at me for a minute before answering me."Take me to your apartment," was all she said. I quickly paid the bill, anticipating what was to come, and we left the restaurant. We talked a little more till we reached my place.My apartment wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. We sat on the couch and she faced me. "I've never been in a steady. "I'm going to find my own house. I'm moving here to be close to you and your mother." Cool," said Curtis. "Mommy will be happy about that. All she talked about after you left was how much she missed you." I missed her too," said Bob. "That's why I'm moving to Colorado Springs." You should live in Manitou Springs," said Curtis, sagely. "That's where we live." That's true," said Bob, who wasn't going to argue with a four-year-old about municipal complexities."Will your house have a swing set?".