Song: Girl like me- By Cam

Days later, I decide to take the car out for a drive just to get out of the house. Somehow I end up at my grandmothers' house; I pull up across the street just to observe the area. The house is just as I remembered. It's not as long as I thought it was but there is a garage and the shutters and front door are still a blue color. There is a tree in the front yard with a rope swing and funny thing is, I can see me in that swing with my sister behind me giving me a push. I even vision my brothers, trampling over the flowers along the sidewalk.

Twenty minutes later a car pulls up and some delivery boy gets out taking bags to the door. I sit up in my seat and try to get a better look as the door opens up to an older woman with glasses. She has her hair pulled up into a messy bun. I watch as she motions for him to come into the house and they both disappear. Seconds later he is coming back out and stuffing a few dollars in his front pocket, so I'm sure she gave him a tip for his troubles bringing the groceries to her. The door closes and he leaves. I wonder if she has groceries delivered all the time like this.

For the next two week, I stalk the house. Not that I had really planned to, I just keep finding myself here waiting for her to come out but she never does. I wonder if she keeps to herself because the only one that ever comes by is the delivery boy, twice a week. In a way I don't blame her since the love of her life passed away and then my whole family just disappeared. I wonder if she is lonely being in that house all to herself.

Today when the delivery guy pulls up, I get out and walk across the street. I step beside him. "Hey would you mind if I took the groceries to the door." He steps back and gives me this go to hell look as he pulls the bags closer to him. I totally understand where he is coming from; hell I could be anyone just trying to rob him so I give him a kind smile. "It's just that I want to surprise my grandmother. I haven't seen her in years and thought it would be a surprise." I hand him a hundred dollar bill in hopes that it might change his mind in to just giving me the bags. "I'm sure it will be worth your while." My simple smile turns into a wider grin as I wink back at him.

He looks down at his hand, letting the hundred play within his fingers. As he glances back up at me, he has this quirky smile like I got to be crazy. "Are you sure?"

"Yes...really, I'm sure you could use the extra cash and I just want to surprise her." I say as I gesture towards the house.

He hands me over the bags and doesn't bother to ask me anything else. I guess he really could use that hundred after all. As he leaves, I walk up to the door. I start to knock and then pull my hand away. I take a few breaths and then just do it. I wait for the door to open. I can hear her walking slowly as her feet shifts on the floor to the door and then the sound of her unlocking the door to open it.

The scent of vanilla bean engulfs me on top of something baking in the house. I watch as she wipes off her hands on the apron and I take all of her in. I try to remember every detail. She is just a tad shorter than I and more rounded out. Her perfectly silver hair is piled up on top of her head and she is adorable in the way she presents herself. She glances up and grabs at her chest when she notices me and not the normal boy that drops off the groceries. "Oh...you are not the delivery boy. Can I help you miss?" She taps her hair as if it is out of place.

I softly smile back at her. "Actually I do have your groceries." I hold up the bags. "The other guy was a little under the weather today so hope its ok that I brought them instead. I can drop them off at the table if you wish." I knew the other guy would go in but only a second, long enough to drop of the bags and go.

"Oh...that would be ever so nice of you dear."

"It's no problem ma'am I would be glad to."

She steps to the side and I walk in. She shows me the way to the kitchen table. As I go farther into the house the smell of fresh baked cookies fill the air even more and a scent of coffee brewing. "You can put them here. I will put them away later. Hold on let me go get my purse." She turns to walk across the room. I am sure she is going for a tip, not that I need one.

I on the other hand find myself walking back to the door but when I glance over to the wall I freeze up. The wall is covered with pictures of her family. There are pictures of her boys over the years scattered here and there; some of them when they were little, every school year picture and then more of them being serious and silly and everything in between. There are pictures of their families that they created as well. My feet shift closer and I find myself standing in front of our family portrait. All of us are smiling from ear to ear. I don't recall the day; I must have been around three at the time. I take notice at my siblings. I reach out and touch the photo, my fingers gracefully touch Carlie's cheek. I would do anything to play in her hair again. Memories flash back to a time when she let me brush out her hair. My other hand combs through my hair on instinct.

I hear her come up behind me as her feet shuffle along the wooden floor. "That is my son Sam and his wife Sara." Upon hearing her voice, my hand knocks over the picture and I quickly pick it back up. My hands shake as I place it back on the mantel.

Her hand softly touches my shoulder. "It's ok dear. It's just a picture."

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to be prying. They look like a really nice family. You have a nice family." I trip over my words not knowing what to say. I never planned on coming all the way in and actually talking with her and I for sure never expected to see pictures of my family plastered all over the living room.

"Yes," her voice softens into almost a whisper, "They were nice."

I turn to look at her. "Were? What happened to them?"

Her hands cover her heart. "Oh dear...it's been such a long time. I think every bit of twenty years or so now that I haven't seen them."

"Oh...that is sad. I'm so sorry to hear that."

"It's ok dear. It is what it is?"

I don't know what to say. I can't just come out and ask about what happened and I for sure can't say who I am. It will only cause trouble. I just wanted to see if she was alright. I look back over at the pictures one last time before excusing myself.

"Well maybe I will see you again if I ever get to deliver over this way. I really hope that you have a nice day."

Before I make it to the door she is stopping me. "You forgot your tip sweetheart, here you go." She hands me a five dollar bill.

"You don't owe me anything. I can't take that from you." But as I try to hand it back to her she only shoves it back into my hand. But then she holds on to it and stares right into my eyes.

"You look so much like her you know." Her other hand reaches out for my cheek and she just holds it while she continues to look me over. Her breath catches for a second, "Sara that is."

My eyes start to water up. I'm not sure if it is because she said that I looked like my mom or that the familiar touch is so overwhelming. "You think I look like Sara?"

Her hand traces my jaw bone and then back towards my chin as her eyes roam over my features. "You are a spitting image of her, dear. Almost like her twin."

I feel like I might start to panic. I grab her hand to pull it away from my face and I step back. "I...I got to go. It was really nice to meet you." I quickly open the door and walk down the sidewalk, making sure not to cross over the flowers. I trot over to my car and quickly get in to drive away. When I get to the stop sign, I notice my heart racing, practically pounding out of my chest. I look into the rearview mirror back at myself. Tears stream down my face. I think of her words...that I look like Sara's twin. I look just like my mother.

I can't tell anyone that I went by there. The sad thing is, is that I want to go back. It's like I just want to know more about her. About me.