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"mom!" sadie screamed down the stairs of her house, a large sigh leaving her lips as she fell backwards on her bed placing her hands over her face in agitation.
she had been packing for about an hour - it always took her awhile to decide what she wanted to take with her to her dads. she could never determine the boston weather and she didn't know how to plan in advance - she just wore what she felt like wearing the day of so she had to take a variety of clothes because what if she needed a lazy joggers and jumper day? what if she suddenly felt really good and wanted her mini skirt and shirt combo?
a loud shout from her mom was heard up the stairs in response, but sadie couldn't bring herself to respond just letting out a large groan of frustration once more - as she had been doing every ten minutes or so.
the patter of footsteps came up the stairs and around the corner, and sadie could feel the presence of her mom in the doorway, slowly lifting herself upright with a pout on her face and her eyebrows furrowed inwards.
"can you help me?" she pleaded softly, swinging her feet over the top of one another as she awaited an answer, watching the way her mom contemplated it before reluctantly nodding. "what do you need baby?" vanessa asked her daughter softly, eyes scanning the room as she took in the mess of clothes on the floor that had obviously been thrown there amidst the chaos.
"can you get my hoodies from over there and help me pick which few i want?" sadie questioned as she stood up from sitting on her bed and shuffled over to her suitcase to continue folding things she had already decided on and placing them inside.
"of course."
a comfortable silence fell between the duo as vanessa held up some hoodies and watched as sadie either nodded and reached out to take them or shook her head and continued folding the item of clothing in her hand.
"are you excited to see your dad again?" vanessa questioned once they'd finished with the jumpers, perching herself on sadie's bed as she watched her daughter continue to scavenge through her clothes to find what she wanted to take with her.
"i mean, not really." sadie shrugged quickly, avoiding eye contact with her mom. she hated talking about it. because she did have a favourite parent as much as she hated to admit it - but it wasn't a very hard decision when one of them raised her and one of them was barely interested in her life and well-being unless she was stood in-front of him.
"why not?" it was always difficult when your kids made it blatantly obvious they didn't want to go somewhere - especially when it was their fathers house they were making it obvious they didn't want to go to.
