Six long hours later
I’m finally in Pittsburgh, all I need is to find my Dad.
I whipped out my cell phone and dialed in my dad.
“Hello?” I heard a tired voice say over the phone.
“Hey, Dad.” I said. “I haven’t talked to you in a while.”
“Tommy?”
“I go by Tom now, Dad.”
“Oh, ok, how you been?”
“Things got rough with mom, so I can I crash with you for a while?”
“Wow….I don’t know Tommy…..sure.”
“Ok, can you give me directions to your place?”
“Sure.”
I made it to Dad’s house. He told me to honk my horn when I got outside his place. I didn’t have a horn, so I just revved up my engine. Loud.

I tall man, taller than me, with thick dark hair like mine, and a little scruff around his jaw.

“Tommy?” He said.
“Hey, Dad.”
“Wow.” He stammered. “I didn’t think you’d turn out like…wow.”
“What?
“You look like me.”
“Thanks.”
“Nice bike.”
“Been saving up for forever.” I smiled, patting my bike.
I got off my bike, took off my helmet, shook out my hair, and walked towards my dad.
“Come on in.” He said.