<div class="floatright">(http://kumpulanfoto.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Foto-Thomas-Dekker-34.jpg)</div><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Name:</strong></span></em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">David</span></span><hr/><br/>David listened to the exchange of his parents, and he took hold of his mother's hand as he stood next to her. He had always felt more drawn to his mother than his father. He had a feeling she understood him better, whereas his father was more distant. David occasionally wondered why his father acted like that, but had come to the conclusion that his father might consider him to be 'damaged' due to his social handicaps. His father was a strong and confident man in David's eyes, while David had trouble connecting to just about everybody.<br/><br/>“Maybe it won't be so bad, Mom,” David whispered, as he squeezed her hand.<br/><br/>He was willing to give this new house a shot, despite his reservations. The last several days he had slowly come to terms with their new life. He had been forced to pack his belongings, and he could only fight his mother’s decision for so long. He had initially been very resistant, but when he learned that the deal had been sealed and the new house was bought, he had tried to see the positive side of things. Granted, there wasn’t a whole lot to be excited about, but at least he was with his family. Once he had decorated his room and his belongings had a new place, a sense of familiarity might return, and he hoped that would make this move more acceptable to him.<br/><br/>Right now, however, he was looking at his mother for emotional support more than ever before. Despite his reluctant acceptance, he couldn’t shake the thought that there was something odd about the house.