Starting Over

Chapter 63- Farm Tour

I am scrabbling through my room with my music blasting trying to get my suitcase packed. Momma and Daddy are pulling me, Bo, and Tate out of school for the next few days to start our Fall Break early. Tomorrow morning we all load on Daddy’s bus and head out for the Farm Tour. And the best part is that we get to have a few days off in the middle of it to spend some time in Leesburg. I’m so excited.

“Would you turn that down?” Momma shouted at me as she opened my bedroom door.

“You can have Daddy’s studio soundproofed, but you can’t my room? This isn’t fair!” I screamed at her while I turned my music down.

“Don’t give me any lip or you won’t go!” Momma yelled back at me.

“Daddy won’t let you leave me here!” I exclaimed.

“Daddy’s the one who wanted it turned down!” Daddy told me as he peeked around the door frame.

“Oh, we’re speaking in third person now?” I said in a smartass tone.

“Dial it down, Kenzie. I’m not kidding. You won’t go,” Daddy threatened me.

“Fine,” I said giving in to his threats.

Momma and Daddy left and I reached over turning the music back up some.

“I’m not kidding, Kenzie!” I heard Daddy yell from down the hall.

I turned it back down and went back to packing. I had no clue what to take, so I was packing a little bit of everything. I finally got it all packed up and took my four suitcases down to the living room.

“Where do you think we are going? Mars?” Daddy laughed.

“I didn’t know what to pack so I’ve got a little of everything,” I told him.

“Bridget,” Daddy yelled, “You need to help our daughter minimize her luggage!”

“Luke, what are you talking about?” Momma asked as she came down the stairs seeing my four suitcases, “Honey, you don’t need that much. Just a few things. Let me help you.”

“I didn’t know what to take, so I took a little bit of everything,” I told Momma.

“Well, let’s see what you have in here,” Momma said as she started unzipping my suitcases.

“Why do you need this?” Daddy asked me pulling out a dress.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged my shoulders.

“All you need is a few pairs of jeans, shorts, t-shirts, tanks, and some flip flops and your boots. And maybe your bathing suit,” Momma said as she sorted through the clothes in my suitcase.

“You could have told me that,” I told her.

“I did, Kenzie,” Momma said as she zipped my one suitcase up, “Now take all of this back to your room and put it away.”

I did as I was told. As I was walking up the stairs I heard Momma and Daddy talking.

“Do you think her sight has came all the way back yet?” Daddy asked Momma.

“I don’t know for sure. She’s not even really telling Dr. Caldwell much when we go in there. I think it’s at least mostly back though,” Momma said.

“Why’s that?” Daddy asked.

“She’s doing so much more than she used to. I just don’t know why she wouldn’t tell us,” Momma said.

I could almost hear her crying. I didn’t know how to tell them why I wasn’t telling them I got my vision back. I knew that they knew, but without the doctor confirming it there was nothing anyone could do.