All the way over to Autumns house Wren kept imagining what her parents would be like. Would they be like Autumn? No one was as great as Autumn.
When his father pulled up in front of a house he knew it was hers. The small quaint house screamed the personality of none other than Autumn.
"Welcome to our home and to the neighborhood!" An extremely cheery woman said, greeting the family of three at the door. "My daughter Autumn is in the living room with some hot chocolate and tea for everyone."
Just like her mum said, Autumn was on her phone and sitting on a chair in what appeared to be the family's living room.
Autumns mum cleared her throat, which made her jump. "Oh right, um hello I'm Autumn and if you would like to, please take a seat and have some refreshments" After finishing she looked over to see that her mums reaction went from horrified to a look of approval.
Wren had been told by Autumn that her mum was a wonderful woman, but could be uptight when it came to others.
Forgotten was Wrens knowledge of other people's parents.
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The Forgotten
Historia Corta"Every day something is forgotten." It could be as big as a birthday or as little a paper clip left on the floor... It is forgotten. It happens.
