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he’d entered? He shook his head in disgust at his own ignorance. What kind of a world had it become? Was nothing private anymore? He wondered what she thought, what she felt, when she saw his own rudimentary social media profile. After all, he’d only created this profile to gain access, not to impress anyone. He was feeling like a failure again. The feelings of positivity and dismay were acting like a seesaw with his emotions. It seems as though whenever he felt a twinge of positivity, it didn’t stay around for the duration. It would be replaced with that old familiar feeling of disappointment.
He wanted to accept the request. He yearned to connect with his half- sibling again...the only person in his life with whom he had ever connected with his soul, the only person he’d ever truly cared about, the only person he’d ever been able to trust. But he had to get himself together first. He had to get his life straightened and show her she didn’t have to be ashamed of her big brother, at least not anymore. This invitation would have to wait for a response. He felt a renewed determination begin inside of him. He now had a reason to rise above and succeed. He had a sister, again.
He quickly logged back into his profile through The Houseguest website portal. He would groom his “resume” by building up his strengths to help bury his weaknesses. He would make it look so good that some filthy rich dude would take notice and help him turn his life around by choosing him as The Houseguest. The first thing was to de- emphasize the word “prison.” He searched available synonyms: jail, penitentiary, reformatory, institution. None of them sounded like you’d want to bring a prior residence of that facility into your home. He
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The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life