Unpacking
The living room was stacked with a dozen packing boxes, labelled “Kitchen,” “Dining room,” “Living room,” etc. Lizzy hated these boxes with a passion. She didn’t want to move out of this little house in the countryside, where she and her dad, Jonathan, lived.
Every room in this house used to be spotless and tidy when Lizzy’s mom was alive. Now, with the packing boxes, it was messy and dusty. Lizzy knew she would miss the times when she could lie on the golden-brown couch in the living room, talking to her mom. They would talk about anything, like how to decorate the newly bought dining table or where to put the flowers Lizzy just picked from the garden. After Lizzy’s mom passed away, Lizzy and her dad tried to keep everything the same, but it was very hard.
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Lizzy never wanted to leave the house; this was the dearest and most beloved place to her. This was where she grew up, where she spent her time with her mom, and where her mother had the stroke.
Lizzy’s dad was adamant about moving into the city though. He had tried to persuade Lizzy to move constantly for three months. “Lizzy, you know Daddy has to move. My work is there, and it pays more.”
“Just take the bus,” Lizzy replied, rolling her eyes.
“But no bus route is going in the direction of my new company!”
Lizzy rolled her eyes once more and stormed off into her bedroom.
Several days later, Jonathan took Lizzy to the city to meet with Gabrielle. After Lizzy asked her dad who she was, Lizzy immediately loathed her. Gabrielle was a real estate agent who would help them to find a new house.
When Lizzy finally met the agent, her dislike for the woman grew. Gabrielle was a stern woman from what Lizzy could see. Her lips were always in a frown, and when Lizzy’s finger just flicked past something in Gabrielle’s possession, she would snap, “Don’t touch