Chapter two: New Home

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As we stepped into the house, the sheer beauty I mentioned before unfolded around us. Inside, a modest collection of furniture awaited – not extravagant, but enough to provide a sense of comfort, despite its lack of modernity.

However, my sisters didn't share my enthusiasm. "It's so old and boring," they complained. True, it held a certain age, but far from boring. The shelves adorned with ancient books held stories untold. If my sisters overlooked them, well, all the more for me.

Anyways, it's the inaugural night in our new dwelling. I listen to my favorite song, gazing through the window next to my bed. The view extends to fields, flowers, and the entrance of a deep forest. I hope to spot animals someday, but for now, they remain elusive. I turn to examine the room.

My door ajar exposes a dark corridor where eerie shadows play. Normally, I'd illuminate it with a lamp, but mine met an untimely demise trying to brighten the space. So, candles offer a soft glow.

Surveying the brown walls, I yearn to cover them with a bright shade, perhaps white, complemented by a few plants – a small aesthetic desire of mine.

I drift into sleep and wake with the morning sun.

Emerging from bed, I navigate downstairs to find the table laden with food, a testament to my parents' proactive grocery run, it seems.

Silent, I observe my sisters engrossed in a debate about a dating show. My mom prepares toast, and my dad scans the newspaper. I catch my dad's eye as he sets aside the paper.

"Morning, sweetheart."

I smile. He's usually cold and distant, but today, he's in an unusually good mood, perhaps relishing the escape from the chaotic city he never favored but remained tied to due to work.

"Morning, dad."

"Did you sleep well, sweetie?"

"Very well, dad. How about you?"

"Me too."

"Good to hear that."

I smile and make myself a toast. The breakfast here is different, requiring a hands-on approach with cheese and ham. Yet, I've never had a better breakfast. The cheese is a delightful blend of taste and softness.

Post-breakfast, I head to the bathroom for a shower. To my surprise, it's a modern haven, with new fixtures defying the expected rustic decay.

I freshen up, pull my hair into a ponytail, and don shorts and a shirt. Finished, I descend to my family, my sisters still immersed in their show debate. Mom bakes a cake, discussing house changes with my dad. Glancing at my phone, I delve into information about Texas schools, a bit lost but managing.

Mom interrupts, "Sweetie, we'll visit our neighbors in about half an hour, so get ready, okay?"

"Okay, ma," I respond, grabbing my purse with essentials. I glance at my sisters, impeccably dressed. My little sister flaunts a pink dress with jewelry and high heels. The older one dons a white dress paired with black high heels and jewelry. Their attire, however, seems misplaced for the countryside – more suited for prom. I can't help but chuckle.

"We're going now!" Mom announces, and we head to the car. Dad's already in the driver's seat, engine humming to life. I take my place in the back, and my sisters settle in the front.

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