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I began to think that maybe things could be different, maybe this is what we needed. Everyone sat around the table eating and laughing and really enjoying the atmosphere of the new home. Mom and Dad seemed happy, and that night, Mom cooked the family a really nice dinner. Mom and Dad’s bedroom was in the back of the house, and this gave them privacy. My room was the first bedroom you passed when you came in the house and Tommy’s was the next. My brother and I got new bedroom sets, and that had never happened before. In the dining room, we had a new table and a beautiful cherry wood hutch that Mom put new china inside it. We now had a large, wooden coffee table and new light stands. Dad had a large recliner that nobody else was allowed to sit in. Mom put up new curtains, and the couch and love seat had big, oversized, fluffy pillows on it. When you walked, into the foyer, and Dad put a new grandfather clock there he was proud of it. Mom and Dad bought a lot of new furniture, and it made the house look really nice. I loved our new house it was twice as big as the old one. I could tell that moving to Yorba Linda was a huge step up for us. My dad always worked hard, and we always had food and some clothes. I had never thought of it that way before, and I had never looked at us as being poor. We really had lived in a poor neighborhood, almost poor enough to call it a ghetto. I was really nervous about the move, and the more I looked around at the new house and the new neighborhood, the more I realized the huge difference between it and our old neighborhood.
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Very good, and the odometer reads 59,230 miles. We pulled into the driveway and Dad said, Well its 11:09, Timmy, so how long did it take to get here? I thought of Brian all the way to the new house. So I paid close attention, just in case I ever needed to come back. I couldn’t leave breadcrumbs like Hansel and Gretel. I watched the roads carefully, trying to remember names and landmarks I could recognize later. There’s 59,216 miles on the truck now and it is 10:45. I asked, Dad, how far is it to our new house from here? My brother, Tom, made me sit in the middle next to Dad. His voice softened just a little and he said, Get in the truck.
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I dried my face off with my shirt and tried to put on a happy face for my family. I was carrying on and talking to myself and realized that I was almost to my old house. Heck, I didn’t even have a say in this decision that had changed my life so much. How would I ever make it without him? When things got bad at home where would I turn to? Where would I escape? I didn’t want to leave this little bit of safety that I had become used to. My heart was breaking, and the tears began to flow I couldn’t have stopped them anyways. I was thinking of all the good times, dismissing all the bad times in my mind. I wondered who would ever love me like he did. As I left Brian’s house, I was devastated.