Chapter 1: The Move

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When I rolled out of bed the boxes that still sat on my floor suddenly reminded me that today was my last day in Tulsa. Today we would be leaving. My papa had lung cancer. Papa was diagnosed with it when I was 11. Thankfully he had defeated it but six years later it returned. I was going to miss Tulsa but I wanted nothing more than to be with my papa. 

          "Ashley are you going to start bringing your boxes down? We need to get a move on."

         "Yes mom."

Walking out to the moving van with boxes stacked high I ran right into my dad.

        "Well hey there pumpkin." He said with a slight laugh.

          "Oh, sorry dad. I can't really see." 

          "Don't worry. Let me give you a hand."

         "Thanks."

         "Your welcome. Now you better get in there and help your mom before she has another melt down."

          "Yeah you're right."

The thing about my mom was she was a very organized person and when things didn't go as plan she had these little melt downs, and due to the fact that we were an hour behind schedule I was shocked she was still keeping everything together.  After helping my mother make a final sweep through the house we loaded in the car. I put my headphones in. This was going to one long drive. 



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