I woke up one morning to find a for sale sign outside my house. Confused, I went to question my parents.
"What's going on? Are we moving? I don't understand." I had asked them curiously
"Your dad got a new job out of state and we are moving to be closer to where he's working." My mom answered casually like it was no big deal to her or the rest of the family
I was just starting to work my life out. I was just started to figure out how to live life to the fullest. It became clear I didn't want to move. Despite the fact, of not having any friends. Despite the fact, that my whole life could change for the better. Despite, everything good and bad I really did not want to move back then.
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Movers came and packed up the boxes in my room labeling all of them with what was inside but also, with my name so we knew that when we got to the new house of whatever was inside said boxes and that it was going to be in my new bedroom.
I walked in later that night to make sure they didn't forget anything and that everything was in the right boxes. I found myself reading the labels..
Clothes, shoes, nail polish, fairy statues (I was obsessed with fairies), photos and memories albums.
That's when it hit me and I'm not talking like a small slap in the face. No, I am talking straight forward punch in the face knocking me to the floor in tears.
It felt like I was leaving and just going to forget anything that happened in that house. I lived there since I was in first grade. In all honest to God truth I had great memories there from when I was younger, and didn't want to forget about any of them. I didn't want to let them just disappear and become meaningless. I wanted to remember the things that made me happy. The things that gave my life a meaning. I couldn't bare to leave just to end up forgetting what makes me happy, that makes me smile, and brightens up my day when I'm sad. I couldn't bring myself to leave my room but, all my stuff was packed in the proper boxes and everything checked out fine. I wiped the tears that were dripping down my face leaving my face and eyes puffy, red and burning. With that I left my memories lurking behind me.
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My Terrible Good Friend
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