My father's Princess

Chapter 5

At first mom was optimistic. After his promised time was up she would say, "Oh, I'm sure he's just helping your mom pack." Though no one was really convinced. I even heard mom cry at night. Just small, soft cries, but I could still hear them through the walls.After a few months mom had enough. She decided we were moving. To Ronalland! She said it was the best thing for us. At first I was like, what! I was nervous about leaving my friends, especially Selene. Then I realized that maybe this was for the best. At first dad, and now Adrian, I think it was time to turn a new leaf. But I still didn't completely agree with moms plan. She wanted to make means with grandma Lydia. Fifteen years. That women hasn't spoke to us. Not a letter, a phone call, or even a birthday card for fifteen years! She probably didn't even know our birthdays. However, mom was just as guilty. The phone worked both ways, but Neither of them have spoken since the day mom betrayed her family. Did my grandma even know about me? Would she even like me? For all we knew grandma might not even be living on the same giant plantation mom always told us about. What if we showed up on some creeps doorstep instead. This wasn't just a bad idea. It was a horrible idea, but of course I couldn't tell mom what I was thinking. She's already sad, and there's no use making her even more sad. I started to daydream about grandma Lydia. My grandma Jane, my dads mom, passed away before I was born and grandpa Joe, his dad, when I was three. I didn't really know what grandparents were like. Would she teach me how to sew or bake? Would she tell me story's about when she was a youngster like me? Would we laugh all day at jokes the cooking show lady made? Or were those just all another script from a movie, and were my daydreams pointless? When we arrived in town we started to head the plantation. I was preparing a speech about how I would be so excited to have a grandma in my life and how I didn't care about the past, only the future. Then the car stopped. We paused for a moment and no one said anything. Next mom turned around. No one asked why. No one complained. I figured it was because we were all thinking the same thing. This was a terrible idea from the start. So I never met my grandma, and I never had to feel the awkwardness of talking to the lady who hated my dad and probably our whole family. We stayed at a hotel for a week or two then found a house. It wasn't that big and I had to share a room with Lexi and Charlie. Mom got her own room and the triplets and Twins all shared the biggest room. It was kinda crowded but, hey, it was a home. A home with no painful reminders of dad. A home that wasn't owned by a man we were waiting to come back. A home where tears weren't heard through the thin walls. A home where I could live. Mom looked for a job for awhile and as did I. A few weeks later the shop down the street was put up for sale and mom bought it. She set up a clothing store and I had a little bakery in the room off of the main room. I knew she loved sewing and was really good at it. I was so excited for her. When u walked into the shop there was a few displays you could see out the front windows and a cash register to your right. In the back there was a sewing machine and a few racks. Then the rest of the store consisted of mannequins and beautiful cloths of all kinds. From dresses to jeans, mom had them all. Then there was my little bakery. By the cash register there was a large open doorway. It wasn't much but I put in an oven,refrigerator, counters, and a few tables and chairs. I'd always loved baking. I remember when I was three dad first started to teach me. We would make cupcakes and pies and cobblers. Oh, and who could forget our frosting wars. Dad and I would flick spoonfuls at each other and wipe smudges on one anothers face. I'd never forget how dad would always try to lick it off and the funny faces he made. From opening day moms store was a big hit. She could barely take orders fast enough. As for my bakery, it was doing pretty well too. Some regulars always said that every time they came in to the store they loved the sweet smells that treated them. Life was great, but I've felt this feeling before. Something terrible is about to come take us by surprise and change our whole world, but nothing happened. And for a long time things were actually normal and happy.