Chapter 3 getting things ready
I walked into aunt dots room her walls were painted a bright cherry red I remembered when she told my mother she wanted to paint her room that colour mom almost fell out of her chair and begged her not to she ultimately obliged once she gave her the good ole puppy dog eyes no one can resist those next to a pile of boxes at her desk i noticed she had a picture of her and mom when they were younger I walked over and sat down and picked it up she looked so happy they both
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Aunt dot finally walked out with a few more boxes from her closet this time she had red capris and a polka dot blouse gosh she sure does love her red and black and white polka dots I said while laughing to myself
Can you give me a hand honey she said breathily of course I said while grabbing the first few boxes from her Arms thanks Hun she said while putting the boxes on the floor I do the same as we both plopped on her bed and breath out a heavy breath almost in sync we both laugh while spot struggled to get on the bed I grabbed him and placed him on my lap we all laid there for a moment staring at the ceiling dot I said softly do you think I'll be ok in Tulsa?? Why honey she smiled sweetly while turning her body towards me I think you'll be just fine she smiled while rubbing my hand Tulsa is a very nice place I've heard so many things about it that oh yeah like what ? oh honey the movies the stores and the boys the boys I said while blushing oh yes honey they're like Prince Charming I swear
Tulsa isn't sounding so bad after all it's definitely a step up from living here maybe I'll even make some friends there oh and the boys I've never had a boyfriend before
We laid and talked for a while about the house we were moving to the memories about mom and dad and what I was going to wear the first day of school until we heard the door bell ring and someone say moving people we had both lost track of time dot yelled out the window I'll be out in a few minutes while walking out the room I laid there for a minute and then I sat up while pulling spot off my lap he had fallen asleep I didn't want to wake him so I gently put him in my arms while I walked in my room i placed him on my bed while I got all the boxes I had ready for the movers I sat there and waited until I finally heard a knock on my door the movers men heard them say come In I said I lifted spot off my bed and helped them move everything out of my room along with all the photographs I had of me when I was younger and my parents and dot
I let the moving men walk out first with all my things and after they cleared my room I stood in the middle of my floor holding spot in my arms still sound asleep I looked around my room and I thought about all the memories i had of mom and papa tucking me in and aunt dot painting my nails my mom brushing my hair and piggy back rides from my papa I felt my face get warm and hot tears begin to stream down my cheeks spot had woken up and licked up all my tears I laughed while hugging him tightly I'm sure glad I have you buddy
Nash honey it's to go now I heard dotty yell from out the door the house was completely bare almost as if we never lived here I sighed and walked out to the dirt pathway with spot the movers truck was In front of the house all packed up and ready to go aunt aunt dot sat in her fire red pick up truck motioning for me and spot to get In I jogged over and got in the front seat all set Nash ?? all set aunt dot all set spot ?? he wagged his tale the moving truck men pulled off and drove in front with us following behind them
As we drove through our town we passed the white picked fence I saw earlier with spot and the the few cows on the farm and the horse and the chickens and the few houses that looked similar to ours and other smaller homes I counted all the different coloured shingles and roofs until we into town I could feel my eyes getting heavy
Spot had already fallen asleep so I just laid my head on his body drifted off to sleep while aunt dot and the movers drove
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