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Glamoria on the move

Glamoria on the move

We are moving again.

To a small town called Victoria Wood .Ill describe it like the picture in the library book. It's an ancient piece of land that is owned by a very Jong couple. There is no info of this couple. So their story remains a mystery. The town has two clothes shops and one restaurant. Awesome don't you think. The one half of this land is the town and the other half just a big old scary wood and don't forget the big modern white house were the major of the town lives and with that I mean the mystery couple. There is no more to write about for now but will keep in touch.

Locking off my blog, I look up and see the towns welcoming board. The words are fainting and if I didn't know the name of the place I would have come up with a weird word. Mom is driving and I am sitting in the front seat looking at mom like she is trying very hard to keep her feeling in. Our lives are hard to explain. My father died when I was born ironic because woman usually died with childbirth but no, with me it worked the other way around.

Seventeen years before my father dashed to his car when he heard my mother was lying in hospital delivering very soon. He was excited about his new born who will soon be in his arms when a car came from no were and crush him to bits and pieces and the weirdest thing about this whole story my mother told me was the same time my father's hard stopped beating was the same time I was delivered. From that day forward my mother wanted to live every day. We moved every five years, celebrating the years my father and mother was married.

Back to the present I went when my mother rapped her arms around me and whispered we are here. She pulled away with a smile on her face but deep inside I knew she felt pain for our lost. A man a never knew.