Blood Sweat and Tears

Farewell

After a long day on the farm doing odds and in jobs, I get to finally relax, just as soon as I get a shower. We have one of those old fashioned showers, still, like the one that's outside with only a small door just long enough to hide everything private from anyone looking in, if that were to happen that is. Anyway, after cleaning a day of hard work off of me, I grab my clean clothes from where they were hanging right outside of the shower. Once I was dressed I go inside to see Pop watching TV that we almost never used seeing we didn't have a lot of leisure time taking care of 15 acres of farmland, but now it's become a usual for the TV just to be a decoration.

I head upstairs to my intricate bedroom that has teal stained wood on the wall behind my bed, which has a white and salmon colored comforter on it, along both sides of my bed I have matching worn in white side tables that hold little figurines, my polkadot alarm, and personalized lamp. I love my getaway, which is the nickname I have for my bedroom, it even says so on the outside of my door.

After admiring my gorgeous bedroom, I went over to my window seat to grab something out of the bookcase, my typewriter. It was a hand-me-down from my mother from her mother and so on, and I loved it to pieces, I loved to write whether it would be to get out anger, distress, or heck write the grocery list I loved having and using my typewriter. Like now, I'm writing about my day as it goes on because my Pop suggested me to because he said that "writing was my hidden talent" or whatever.

I decide to put away my typewriter to go see if my mother had made dinner or not, if she didn't I'd gladly step in to do it myself.

As I go downstairs I smell the wonderful aroma of my mum's "famous" meatloaf, me and Pop love when she makes it as she often doesn't. "Smells like heaven's gates opened down here" I said in an attempt to make a joke, "that sounded a lot funnier in my head than it does outloud." from the looks from my parents they agreed but laughed anyway to get rid of the awkward aura I had.

"Now, stop drooling you two and eat." mum said to me and dad as she handed us our plates filled with freshly picked green beans, homemade mash potatoes, and no other than mum's meatloaf. No one had to tell me, let alone dad, to eat this twice.

Small talk was exchanged during dinner, as usual, but something different came from my mum which swept me off my feet. "Lee bee," my mother said, Lee bee was a nickname that only mum and dad called me because saying my full name, Amberlee, sounded too formal to say to their own daughter, "I know--myself more that your Pop--want you to stay around here for not only to see your beautiful face all of the time-"

"Mum" I complained, though I don't really know what everyone sees as beauty, but I know I'm not that.

"Now, shush, you are beautiful. Anyways, we want to tell you that if you want to travel the world you can," my mum said as she started to get tears in the corner of her eye, "We want to give you this plane ticket to London, where you'll live with your aunt Chloe, my younger sister."

I couldn't believe this, this would be the first time I was far away from home the farthest I've ever gone was the local hospital, and that was nearly 20 years ago. Yet, here I was reading a plane ticket that read:

Amberlee Rae Tierney

CARRIER/FLIGHT: BA 439 CLASS/DATE: F 29MAY TIME: 1625

Along with other information, seeing the ticket and my passport in my hands it became real to me that I wasn't sleeping, was I?

"No, you're not sleeping," my dad says as I lower my arm after pinching the other, "start packing you've got two and a half weeks to do so. Happy early birthday my little Lee bee." I jumped out of my seat to go hug both of them not being able to sit still anymore, but then I stopped jumping when I realized that plane tickets weren't cheap for farmers like us to afford, and there's no way my dad can work the farm by himself.

"I can tell you're worried about us, but you're brother Emmet is moving back down here, he's buying the land next to our's" mum said knowing I was going to give up me getting I want to help my parents, "he also pitched in to get that for you as well, Fin helped too but not as much seeing as he live the more luxurious life." she said while laughing at her sarcasm.

"I'll make sure to phone them before I go to bed," I expressed with gratitude as I gave them both kisses on their temple, "I love you both so much I am so lucky to have you two as parents." I left the dining room to go to my room to not only pack but to type until my hands hurt more than a day of fixing fences. I walked into my room to celebrate a little longer when I saw I foreign white box on my bed next to a new suitcase. As, I walked to my bed I picked the box to realize that I was holding an iPhone 6 in my hands, barely, but I was holding my first cell phone. I turned around to see my parents in my door frame smiling.

"Surp-" before they got to finish another word I suffocated them with hugs and kisses of their cheeks and foreheads, "I guess you like your gifts, we were going to wait but we want you to get used to your phone. We even got two for ourselves, I know it's embarrassing for us to have the same phone as you but we want to keep in contact."

"No," I said in a loving tone, "I can't wait to hear from Emmet about how he will try to help you figure out your phones." I laugh as I imagine Em calling me in dire help.

"I'm gonna take that as an insult to your brother's short temper, and not an insult on our ages." my mum says as she leaves me to start packing. I start with my books, emptying my shelf out besides my typewriter I leave that on my window seat to type on after I get some progress done on my packing.

Roughly, 2 hours later I have three quarters of my closet packed with all of my shoes, besides my trustworthy boots and a pair of tennis shoes to wear for the next two weeks. I get majority of my boxes downstairs because dad said that a truck will be out here in two days to pick everything that will be sent off so I don't have to wait for my stuff to get there when by time it's time for me to fly there my stuff will be waiting to be unpacked.

I walk back upstairs to my empty bedroom, that even without all of my stuff it still felt like home. I inhale and exhale deeply before walking over to the window seat to type out my wonderful day. 

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Sorry there's not much dialog but there's going to be plenty of dialog soon. Oh, by the way I'm not much for cliffhangers myself so I'll post as much as I can.

Enjoy lovelies,

-silly-