Chapter 1
“And that’s the last box.” My mom sighed and slump down on the coach with me. We’re both exhausted from moving boxes to the U-Haul truck. We sat in silence looking around the empty kitchen and living room. From the cleared walls-previously covered with pictures of my family- to the empty kitchen counters –used to bare my mom’s kitchen appliances and mini kitchen decorations ; my heart pained from looking at all the vacancy.
“Well we should head to bed, we have an early day tomorrow.” My mom said, putting a hand on my knee.
I groaned loudly,” Why couldn’t you just book a later flight? Makes my life way easier.” I pouted at my mom.
“Because the plane leaves at nine and it takes about an hour to get to the airport. Then, about five hours to get to Montana and a one hour drive to Jerry’s house. And I would love to relax by noon. Now get some rest honey, goodnight. I love you.” My mom kisses my forehead, staring at me with her green eyes.
I’ve always wanted my mom’s green eyes; instead I inherited my dad’s blue orbs. I love blue eyes(probably my favorite eye color) but it doesn’t look right on me. As much as I would’ve love having greeneyes, a part of me is glad to inherit my dad’s eyes because it’s like I’m looking at him when I see my reflection.
“I love you too mom.” I replied, she walked upstairs leaving me sitting on the couch alone.
After zoning out for several moments, I head up the stairs and enter my bedroom which I’ve been nesting in for the last 17 years of my life. I change into my cotton pajamas and jump onto the bed. I plug in earphones, blasting with my favorite song, Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran, trying to make the best of my last night on my bed, in my bedroom, at my house.
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“I can’t believe I’m saying this but…I’m going to miss this place.” My mom announced, slinging her arms over my shoulders. We’re standing at the door frame, taking in all the fresh and dull memories of our lovely home.
“Me too.” I whispered. My eyes linger at the couch, the only furniture left in the house. I can’t remember how many times my dad tried to make me watch football with him on, while I snuggle on the right arm reading my book. He would jump and scream out with joy whenever his rooting team scores a point or a touchdown, and I would flinch and got snapped out of my reading trance. Then I would get mad at him and the long night would go on.
“What will happen to the couch?” I asked suddenly.
“Aunt Beverly will come pick it up later on and probably donate it to Goodwill or throw it away.”
“Oh…that’s good.” I lied. I hated the fact that it’s either going to the trash or going to someone else’s home, not where it belongs, which is here.
“Come on Josie. The cab is waiting,” My mom ushered and walk to the cab.
“I’ll be right there.” I replied. Never have I thought about saying goodbye to this old house where I grew up. A teardrop makes it way down on my cheeks, then another one, and one more. I shut the door for the last time, remembering the sound. Hastily, I walk to the cab and got in.
My mom and I both look out to the window, viewing at out two-story house. The bright red door looks fairly odd with the faded beige paint. Curtains striped from the windows, making it look naked. The swing on the porch is still there. It was a nice summer day, like today, that my family decided that it’s time to buy for the front porch like the Montgomery’s next door. Our old tree is still there, just without the rope with the tire attached to it. It looks lonely…
“It’s time for us to move on too.” My mother’s words snapped me out of my thoughts. I’m shocked by her words. I know exactly what she was talking about.
Ever since my dad’s death, five years ago, she never mentioned about moving on. Not once, not ever. She kept everything the way it used to be, until she met Jerry. She started to move on without waiting for me to do so. Or even warn me. She just did; started giving away my dad’s old clothes and shoes to donation, but still kept his special jerseys. She used to buy almond milk when he was alive –knowing that it’s his preference over normal milk- and continued on doing so when he was gone., even though we barely drink it ourselves. When she started to move on, I noticed that she stopping buy them, replacing it with Dr.Pepper, Jerry’s favorite drink.
I wipe away my tears streaking from my eyes, “Haven’t you already did?”
My mom furrowed her eyebrows and looks shocked, then soften and look away from me.
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“Oh you will love Montana Josie!” Jerry exclaimed happily. He’s driving us to his house. Jerry rambles on and on about how great Montana is. “The Mountain View is fantastic and we have a couple of very nice lakes here. I own a big cabin up in the mountains. Planning to take you guys there during the winter, what do you say Josie? I heard you like the snow.”
“Yeah. That sounds great Jerry.” I mumbled. As much as I love my mom, I wish Jerry would shut his mouth for one minute. His rambling made my headache worst.
“We’re here.” Jerry announced, waking me up from my nap. He pulls up to a big white house. The beautiful high arched windows shine with yellow lights from the inside. I noticed the pretty railing of the balconies on the- what seems to be- the second floor of the house. Lastly, the masterly crafted, high arched, beige colored door looked like it came from those beautiful Tumblr houses.
Rich people.
I climb out of the car and take in the Montana air. I walk out to the back of Jerry’s truck to carry in the boxes when he stopped me.
“It’s alright Josie. You don’t have to carry those in. I don’t have five sons for nothing.”Jerry chuckled.
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