Rough Times (Part 1)

I was lost in thought, laying in the crisp, green grass and staring up at the clear blue sky. This wasn’t a normal thing for me to do, but I was enjoying the moment. Tomorrow was the first day of school and I was going to go to a new school! GREAT! Just what I need…people to make fun of me JUST like in my last school…especially because I’m the “new girl”! I dreaded the move and I dread having to go to school.1

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I went inside our new house at sun set. I was outside, just laying there on the ground, for what seemed like hours, but I still needed to unpack my stuff…which I was surprised that my dad told me to do…I had stopped unpacking in Great Britain…but this time my dad told me that I could ACTUALLY unpack my stuff! We were finally home! I could finally call one place home…3

First, I went to find my mom to see what she was going to make for dinner, but she was asleep on the sofa…and my dad was upstairs working…and my little sister (7 years old and born in Great Britain) was in her room unpacking (which usually means that she’s playing) so I made dinner myself. I cooked a shepherd’s pie and set the table, then, gathered everyone so we could eat. We were a traditional family and still stuck very close to the tradition of eating together at the table, eating and having a discussion. 4

This night wasn’t very interesting. My mom was so tired from the move that she was almost falling asleep in her plate, dad was too busy thinking about the new job, and little Chastity kept playing with it until it got cold. So, I allowed dad to excuse himself, got Chastity to eat all of the food on her plate and quickly grabbed mom before her face landed In her plate (because her face kept hitting the table CLOSE to the plate) and helped her up the stairs to her bed, tucked her in, and wished her good night. I set her alarm, in case I didn’t wake up to mine and then went back downstairs to play with Chast for a bit before bedtime. At 8 o’clock, I brought her up to her room, helped her clean her room a bit, helped her with her ‘tubby’ (child talk for a bath) and then tucked her into bed. As I tucked her in, she asked me about why I was tucking her in and not mommy or daddy…and at first I didn’t know what to say…But then I told her that it was because I wanted to tuck her in and give mommy and daddy a break. And with that, I kissed her on the forehead, tucked the blankets in around her body and left the room, turning out the lights on the way out. In my room, I shuffled around and unpacked a lot of my things and decorated my room as I went. I finally laid down to go to sleep around 9:30, setting my alarm before I plopped down on my bed. After only a short while of being in bed, a tiny knock came to my door, it opened slightly and I heard a tiny whisper, “Sisthy?”5

“What’s wrong sweety?”6

“I…I had a bad dweam…Can I sweep wif you tonight?” She said in her sleepy, baby talk voice.7

I thought about it for a couple seconds, but didn’t know who it could hurt…so…I replied, “I guess. Come on.” I pulled my quilt back and up, so that it left Chastity room to climb up into bed with me. She cuddled up next to me and I took in her warmth. We both were asleep within minutes.8