Carly helped my put the pictures in frames and wrap them. I wasn't sure what Carly's family was going to think, I wanted this to be special. Her family had taken me in and accepted me. I felt loved and welcomed. Not unlike my own home. I won't contribute that to me even if it were possible. I saw that they trusted their daughter; loved her.
When we pulled up to the house and got out of the car we could smell the barbecue grill. My mouth started watering.
"I hope your like barbecued ribs." Carly said smiling.
"I have only ever had them at a restaurant." I replied
"Oh, these will be so much better. Trust me."
"I do."
"You do what?"
"Trust you." Carly stopped what she was doing and just looked at me. It seemed she was searching deep into my soul through my eyes. I hoped she found what she was looking for.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" I asked seriously.
"I did." Was her reply and she returned to what she was doing previously.
Okay I thought. I guess I don't need know what she was looking for. I didn't ask. Remember I trust her.