A week later

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*one week later*

The previous week has been pretty boring.
I have mainly been helping mom and dad set up the house the furniture.

"Taylor, Uncle Jay is on the phone he wants to talk to you." My mom yelled from downstairs.
I went down the steps and grabbed the phone from my mom.

*phone*
Uncle Jay: "Hey kiddo. How have you been?"
Meh: "pretty good. Just helping around the house."
"I wish I lived closer to yall so we could do something together."
"Yeah, me too."
"Sometimes I just wish I had kids of my own. I get so lonely. you know?"
"Awe, I'm sorry Uncle Jay. You should come to our house for a week or something."
"That's a wonderful idea, doll. I just might do that. can you give the phone to your mother? We will talk that over."

I handed the phone to my mom.

I went back to my room, and was called downstairs again. Ugh.

"Yes, ma'am?"
"James will be joining the Fillman High basketball team. And they will be having a clinic, so I signed you up. It will start tomorrow. So pick out some clothes for tomorrow and we will leave around eight."
I started to walk away when she said: "Also, Uncle Jay is going to stay with us for a week. He is coming on Wednesday."

I picked out a pretty cute outfit and went to bed.

S.

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