Day 6,175 (September 12th)

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"Hey, Jodie? Will you come downstairs for a second?" Mom startles me from my thoughts.

I walk down the steps and follow the general direction of her voice. I find her standing at the stove, cooking some vegetables on the stove. It looks like asparagus and squash. The aroma pleases me, creating a low rumble in my stomach. "What's up?"

She covers the pan with a lid and turns to me, "How's school going?"

"It's going," I shrug.

"Any progress with your friends?" I don't want to answer, so instead I shake my head. I feel like I've let her and everyone else down. "I'm sorry, sweetie. Do you want to eat with me? It's just a snack because we're having a late dinner tonight," Mom pours the vegetables onto a plate, grabs two forks, and walks to the nook.

I sit across from her on the opposite bench, "I'm going to take a bit of it."

We both put our fork in a few of the veggies. I begin to eat until mom speaks up again, "I've got news."

"What is it?" I wipe my mouth.

"Callie is coming back for a visit soon. They have a long weekend and one of her new friends is driving through St. Louis, so she's hitching a ride with them."

I smile, that's the best news I've heard in a long time. "That's great, when?"

"I'm not sure but I know it is soon." She grinned to me.

"That's cool, I'm excited to see her."

"Really?" She sounds surprised.

Mom and I finish eating.

"Yeah," I nod and sit back.

"Well I'm happy the two of you have made amends. I'm proud of you, Jo," She flashes me her signature mom smile.

I nod and go back to my room. My dresser drawers seem to be calling my name, for what reason I have no idea, but I walk to them anyway. There's a few shirts shoved in my pajama drawer, and suddenly I get the impulse to empty out all of them. I empty all of my clothes onto my bed and start folding and organizing them before returning them to the dresser. Cleaning is a nice distraction, and right now I need something to distract me while I wait for Callie to come home.

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