Effacing

Chapter 3 : Home

As we were driving through the little towns of Arizona, I tried to take in all the beautiful scenery. If Arizona is going to be my State, I am going to have to love it.

The hospital was in Phoenix, and I live in Yuma. My 'dad' said Yuma is a little town about two hours away from Phoenix.

As we drove past, I saw all the people walking by. It's weird how everyone seems to be living their life normally, not a care in the world.

"So," my 'dad' said, "you can either sleep in the same room as your sister or you can sleep by yourself in the attic like you used to."

"I used to sleep in the attic?" I asked.

"Yeah, you moved up there a few months ago," he answered.

"Ooh! Ooh!" my sister perked. "Please, please sleep with me!"

"Okay, then. I'll sleep with my sister," I said.

"Okay," my 'dad' said. "Your room is upstairs."

After an hour and a half, we arrived at the house. I wouldn't call it home or my house because does not feel mine yet.

My sister grabs my hand and starts dragging me to the house. "C'mon! C'mon!" she said. "I need to introduce you to our room!"

"Alright, alright," my 'dad' said laughing, unlocking the door.

My sister sprinted up the stairs, with me following behind her. We got to a pink door, and she opened it. "Our room," she said proudly, a bright smile spreading across her face.

The room was painted light pink, and there was a pink bunk-bed on the left side of the room. On the right side of the room was a white wardrobe and plastic containers with toys filled to the top.

"What do you think?" my sister asked.

"It's really pretty," I replied. Before I know it, I am getting dragged out the room.

"And this is the bathroom," my sister says, pointing at a door next to her room. She continues to pull me around. ". . . And our dad's room, and the other bathroom. . ."

She makes a face and says, "and maybe I should show you the kitchen. . .plus, I'm hungry!"

I follow her back down the stairs and she says, "Daddy! I'm hungry. What's for dinner?"

"I ordered some pizza," my 'dad' said.
"Okay," my sister said. She went to sit down on the stool in front of the island in the kitchen. I went to sit next to her.

"So, what's your favorite type of pizza?" I asked my sister.

"Pepperoni with mushrooms," she said. We waited for the pizza, and my sister and I were playing rock paper scissors to kill the time. She was really sweet.

Then the doorbell rang and my 'dad' went to get it.

"Pizza," he said. He lay down a box and opened it. Half of the pizza was pepperoni and mushroom, and the other half was combo.

He took out three plates and started serving us. I took my slice and bit into what was my first food experience. There is now a new first for everything, I guess.