This is the story of a girl named Autumn Rose Skylar. She is a beautiful blonde hair blue eyed girl. She goes through many ups and downs in this story. Join Autumn on her journey through her life.
(Not Finished)
"Sissy," Susana comes up to me with her adorable little chubby cheeks, " when's Mommy coming home?" She asks so innocently. 'When is she coming home?' I think. 'Hmm let's see. She's in a mental hospital, which I'm still confused on why, she's been in there for about two months. So, Susana, that's a very good question, but I honestly have no idea when our crazy mother will be home.' But instead of scaring my four year old sister like that, I decide not to say that.
"She'll be home soon," I reassure her, "the doctor just needs to make sure her blood pressure is normal," I smile at her and she smiles back. Then, she starts running toward the play room. I laugh silently as I watch her long, caramel hair fly as she skips away. I love her innocence. She's still a normal little kid. She's still smiling and laughing like a normal kid should do. I'm just relieved that she did not walk in that morning to see her mommy drugged up and blood on the windows.
As I was thinking, Uncle Bob came up to me and scares me, just like he always does. He'll come up behind you, quiet as a mouse, then out of nowhere he grabs your shoulders and screams ahhhhhh!
"Ahhhhhh!" He screams, only this time I don't jump. I just look back and smile. "You're getting good at this," he says.
"I know," I laugh.
"Where's Susana, I want to bring you two somewhere, it's a surprise." I love when he does surprises for us.
"Susana!" I yell so she can hear me. The next thing you hear is the tiny, yet loud, pitter patter of little feet running through the hallway.
"I'm here!" She sings out in the most obnoxious, yet adorable, voice she could come up with.
"Come on girls! Let's get in the car," Uncle Bob says in his old time, some-what country accent. He's great, he's like my best friend.
We hop in the car and he starts driving. He starts telling us one of his stories of when he was younger. No one in my family really likes when he tells stories, but I love them. It's not long before he tells us to close our eyes because we're almost there. He tells us to open our eyes and we're at Dairy Queen.
"Yay!" Susana screams and she starts clapping. We walk inside we order a chocolate cone for me, a dipped cone for Susana, and a hot fudge sundae for Uncle Bob. Then, we decided Aunt Lyra would want something, so we got her an Orange Julius, she loves those. We finish our ice-cream and then bring Aunt Lyra her smoothie. On the way back home, Uncle Bob starts telling another one of his stories, I smile happily and listen.
We arrive back home and Uncle Bob goes straight downstairs, Susana runs after him so I decide to go too. Uncle Bob loves building little things and painting things. One of my personal favorites is the Polar Express train he made downstairs. It's this little train track that goes around in a big circle around a forest/park. The Evergreen trees always have the fake, yet beautiful, snow on them. There's children playing on the swing sets and people waiting at the train station for the train to come. The name of the train is the Polar Express. It's black with a little bit of red. The name is printed on the side of it in big red letters. He made it all by himself.
He turns on the train and Susana cheers as she watches the Polar Express make its way around the track. Uncle Bob watches the train and smiles at it with his white hair and big eyes. He's seventy-five and he still has the energy of a four-year old. He tells the story of how he made the train, I still listen to every word. Susana tries to listen, but it's hard for a five-year old to pay attention very long.
"Girls," Uncle Bob says, " do you want to see what I've been working on?" He's always working on something, I love seeing his little creations.
"Yes!" Susana runs makes laps around the living room downstairs, then skips happily up the stairs. He leads us to the play room and tells us to close our eyes.
"Okay girls," he says, "open your eyes." We open our eyes and there's a beautiful painting on the wall. It has bricks painted on the side and it looks like you're walking into a beach. The sun shines high above the perfectly painted blue ocean that washes up on the peach colored sand.
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"It's so pretty!" Susana exclaims.
"It looks really good Uncle Bob," I smile.
"Thank you girls. I'm planning on making something on the other side too. I'm not sure exactly what I'm going to do with it yet, but I know it will have a lot of hills and it'll be very green and pretty," Susana and I both smile.
Later, Susana and I decide to go outside and play on the swing set. They have a cute little swing set outback, it's not very big, but it's cute and fun. Just then, we hear their dog bark, Uncle Bob never liked the dog. He's an annoying, small poodle.
"Shut up dog!" We hear Uncle Bob yell.
He shouldn't be barking this much, it's just Aunt Lyra coming home from work.
"Sissy, why is the puppy ruffing so much?" Susana asks me.
"I don't know, maybe he was just startled when Aunt Lyra came home," I told her. She shrugs her shoulders, then goes back to swinging.
"Girls!" Uncle Bob leaps out of the screen door, Susana and I both jump. "Come in the kitchen, hurry!" He jumps back in. For a seventy-five year old man, he's surprisingly athletic. Susana and I exchange looks, then hop off the swing set and head inside.
We head into the kitchen and wonder what's going on. I look around the house trying to see what the big surprise is, that's when I see Uncle Bob bring out a long, blonde-haired woman and the roots of her brown hair showing with a shirt that says Just Breathe. She's wearing faded, gray sweatpants with black and pink flip flops. The woman slowly walks towards us, Susana's smile widens by the second.
