I'm in the car on my way to Mrs Benson's house. She lives about a 10 minute drive away because she doesn't live in the city. I sigh, I don't want to leave my aunt, when I was younger she would always make silly childish games feel real. It was almost, magical. Almost like, she was a real fairy or a real pirate, I know it sounds silly but she really made me feel- safe yes that was the word she really made me feel safe. But not in a way even my parents could make me feel. My aunt was just- special.
     "We're here." Mrs Benson said, interrupting my thoughts.
      Inside the house was a large kitchen with marble counter tops:

       Inside the house was a large kitchen with marble counter tops:

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Dining room:

Dining room:

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Living room:

And my room:

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And my room:

Overall I really like this house, Mrs Benson also has a younger daughter she's 9 years old and super cute

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Overall I really like this house, Mrs Benson also has a younger daughter she's 9 years old and super cute.

Overall I really like this house, Mrs Benson also has a younger daughter she's 9 years old and super cute

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Maybe life here won't be so bad...

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