could be.
“I’ll call your mother from the road it looks like. Don’t work too hard. We can get everything situated when I get back to pack up the trailers,” he replied. I knew he meant well, but I wouldn’t be able to sleep until it was all done. I didn’t want to stay here longer than I had to.
“I won’t, Pops. Call me when y’all get home,” I responded. I checked the bag that we kept by the door for Grace to make sure it had everything he’d need and walked him to the door.
“There’s an empty cup in the bag and a few juice boxes. Those should last you until you get home in a few hours and there’s plenty of diapers along with a few changes of clothes. If we hustle tomorrow we should be back home by ten at night,” I eagerly replied. I couldn’t wait to get out of the city and back home where I belonged.
“I think I can manage, Wes. I did help raise you after all,” he joked.
“Be good for Pop Pop okay, pumpkin,” I said to Grace and then kissed her on top of her head.
“Kay, Daddy,” she replied as she stuck her thumb in her mouth. No matter how hard I tried, she wouldn’t stop that habit.
“Oh, Pops, wait up,” I said, inwardly scolding myself at what he was about to leave behind.
I quickly ran into her room, and I grabbed the items then walked back out.
“You don’t want to forget these. She’ll be a bear to put to sleep if you do,” I replied as I handed him the fluffy, tattered blanket and the stuffed bear that had seen better days.
“Let’s not do that, shall we,” he responded as he took them from me. He hoisted Grace up in one arm and had the bag on the other.
“You need any help getting her in the truck? Do you have a car seat?” I asked. He usually kept one in there. Between mine and my brothers’ kids they always had a need for one.
“Nah. I got this. How about we get on the road, huh, Grace?” he asked as he looked down at her.
“Go bye bye, Pop Pop,” she mumbled through the thumb in her mouth.
“Guess we have our answer then,” my dad replied.
“Drive safe and don’t forget to call,” I reminded him.
“Always. I’m carrying precious cargo,” he replied.
I watched him get her in the truck and back out of the parking lot, then set off to complete the task at hand. I had to get rid of what I didn’t want and pack up the last two years of our lives. It was going to be a long night, but it would be worth it in the end. I couldn’t wait to smell that mountain air.
Chapter 8
Magdalena
6 months later
T he dust flying through the air as I shook out the throw cover instantly made me sneeze. Ever since I decided that I needed to move here, I’d been gradually revamping each room. This house hadn’t been lived in for twelve years. I had someone come in and check over things, but nothing major had been done. Hence, the need for me to get rid of all the grit and grime that had accumulated over the years. I’d been here for six months and I was just getting to the upstairs. I went through everything with a fine-toothed comb, refusing to move to the next room until all the furniture shined the way it used to and each of the rooms had my own personal touch added. Who knew that it took so much work to redecorate an entire house?
I was now in one of the four guest bedrooms, attempting to get all of the furniture uncovered when the throw cover got caught underneath my foot. Before I knew what was happening, I tumbled forward and landed in an awkward position on the floor. The scream that escaped my mouth as I hit the ground was inevitable. The pain that radiated from my knee instantly made me feel like a fool. The worst part was that no one was around the hear me. They were all working out on the farm today. My only two options were to lay here until I heard Clyde, the foreman for the ranch, to return or to attempt to get up and hobble my way downstairs. Since I refused to lay here in defeat, I decided on the latter.
I inched my way to the foot of the
“I’ll call your mother from the road it looks like. Don’t work too hard. We can get everything situated when I get back to pack up the trailers,” he replied. I knew he meant well, but I wouldn’t be able to sleep until it was all done. I didn’t want to stay here longer than I had to.
“I won’t, Pops. Call me when y’all get home,” I responded. I checked the bag that we kept by the door for Grace to make sure it had everything he’d need and walked him to the door.
“There’s an empty cup in the bag and a few juice boxes. Those should last you until you get home in a few hours and there’s plenty of diapers along with a few changes of clothes. If we hustle tomorrow we should be back home by ten at night,” I eagerly replied. I couldn’t wait to get out of the city and back home where I belonged.
“I think I can manage, Wes. I did help raise you after all,” he joked.
“Be good for Pop Pop okay, pumpkin,” I said to Grace and then kissed her on top of her head.
“Kay, Daddy,” she replied as she stuck her thumb in her mouth. No matter how hard I tried, she wouldn’t stop that habit.
“Oh, Pops, wait up,” I said, inwardly scolding myself at what he was about to leave behind.
I quickly ran into her room, and I grabbed the items then walked back out.
“You don’t want to forget these. She’ll be a bear to put to sleep if you do,” I replied as I handed him the fluffy, tattered blanket and the stuffed bear that had seen better days.
“Let’s not do that, shall we,” he responded as he took them from me. He hoisted Grace up in one arm and had the bag on the other.
“You need any help getting her in the truck? Do you have a car seat?” I asked. He usually kept one in there. Between mine and my brothers’ kids they always had a need for one.
“Nah. I got this. How about we get on the road, huh, Grace?” he asked as he looked down at her.
“Go bye bye, Pop Pop,” she mumbled through the thumb in her mouth.
“Guess we have our answer then,” my dad replied.
“Drive safe and don’t forget to call,” I reminded him.
“Always. I’m carrying precious cargo,” he replied.
I watched him get her in the truck and back out of the parking lot, then set off to complete the task at hand. I had to get rid of what I didn’t want and pack up the last two years of our lives. It was going to be a long night, but it would be worth it in the end. I couldn’t wait to smell that mountain air.
Chapter 8
Magdalena
6 months later
T he dust flying through the air as I shook out the throw cover instantly made me sneeze. Ever since I decided that I needed to move here, I’d been gradually revamping each room. This house hadn’t been lived in for twelve years. I had someone come in and check over things, but nothing major had been done. Hence, the need for me to get rid of all the grit and grime that had accumulated over the years. I’d been here for six months and I was just getting to the upstairs. I went through everything with a fine-toothed comb, refusing to move to the next room until all the furniture shined the way it used to and each of the rooms had my own personal touch added. Who knew that it took so much work to redecorate an entire house?
I was now in one of the four guest bedrooms, attempting to get all of the furniture uncovered when the throw cover got caught underneath my foot. Before I knew what was happening, I tumbled forward and landed in an awkward position on the floor. The scream that escaped my mouth as I hit the ground was inevitable. The pain that radiated from my knee instantly made me feel like a fool. The worst part was that no one was around the hear me. They were all working out on the farm today. My only two options were to lay here until I heard Clyde, the foreman for the ranch, to return or to attempt to get up and hobble my way downstairs. Since I refused to lay here in defeat, I decided on the latter.
I inched my way to the foot of the
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