The first thing Jon heard as his surroundings faded back into view was "Mommy, mommy!"
A small child ran up to him, tugging on the hem of his flowery house dress and chattering away. "Mommy! Sarah's being mean to me!" The name this little girl spoke chilled his blood in his veins. It couldn't be the same Sarah. Looking around at the enormous house he was in, well-decorated, clean, it seemed as if he was right. But Sarah didn't have a little sister.
"Don't listen to her, Mom. Karyn's just being whiny." A very familiar voice spoke from behind him. Sarah walked right past him, rooting through the cupboards, and before he realized it, he said, "Get out of there, honey. I'm cooking dinner." She looked at him like he was an idiot; he felt very much like one.
"Since when do you tell me what to do? Don't worry, Mom, I'll eat dinner. I just want something first." The little girl at his feet chimed in, apparently forgetting Sarah's transgressions. "Can I have a snack too?"
"Sarah's a big girl. She eats more than you do. If you have a snack you definitely won't eat dinner." He smiled down at the little girl... Karyn... and she ran off, yelling angrily. "Everyone's so mean to me!"
He couldn't please everyone. Jon walked upstairs, moving without knowing where he was going, walking into his new bedroom to see what he looked like.
