And here before me: my new home. I was in the car until my father was not arrived at the door, when I heard him call my name I realized that I had again lost in memories. Do not let me I could not at that time. My father was standing right on the front door wide open and looked at me.
I took a deep breath, loose belt, opened the door and got out. It took another deep breath, not thrown back into the car in the heat: it was freezing!
"Next," I said whispering to myself.
I reached my father along the small path leading to the entrance steps that gave onto a veranda. The house was a small building with a pale yellow, with a sloping roof and a small window just below the summit. I entered the hall and my wet shoes creaked on the tiles brown. On the right, opened a small living room, left the kitchen in which were stored many boxes that I recognized our own, disorderly stacked. Our furniture looked out of place in these new rooms had not been bought for these walls, for this opaque light entering through the windows. A lump in my throat prevented him from breathing and I had to concentrate to push it back. I had no time to cry in my room at night, when I forced my father to deal with this other wall of pain.
decided to be the best part of me, I owed to my father and also to myself. I took off my jacket and began to browse through the boxes. But as soon as I opened the one containing some kitchen accessories my hands trembled: here she is, my mother's collection of cans for tea. He had at least thirty, all different, all colors, everyone bought it somehow reminded of its contents. They were arranged along two long shelves that my father had attacked a Sunday morning and my mind resented his voice shrill "No Arthur, a little 'more about right and I saw my father amused snort in front of this excess of perfection , perfection that my mother handed out sparingly as temperamentally very messy and imprecise. Just as I was I.
I closed the box and tried to stick the tape I had just raised the exact point. I devoted myself to the box near where I found a set of pots and pans, and I decided that I could safely discarding the half. I had never been in a situation of having to cook before then and in those first weeks I had served up to my father for more food ready. I should put for commitment match my mother would have been a serious challenge but certainly able to bring to the table a pre-cooked meal was not in my ability, but I certainly would have served eight different types of pans. Mechanically
begins to put things in different cabinets. The light came on suddenly the room made me realize how it was already dark although they were not three in the afternoon and that made me sigh, looking out the window, the light rain did not stop falling.
"I know little" my father whispered, "We'll get used to," said picking up a pot I had left on the table.
will get used to but obviously I could not decide what I would have used before: being in two, the other side of the world, school, rain, new friends ... Finished to fix things in the first carton attacked the second, taking care not to re open that with the collection of the cans. I would have left last, or perhaps I should put as it was directly in the garage waiting for my soul ricostruisse a while. I was not sure I can do at that moment, I was working hard with all of myself to put together the pieces of me that had been torn apart by the death of my mother and at that moment, in that new house, I felt I could do it not.
The new box contained books.
'And' my stuff 'I said to my father, "The port in the room ... what is it?"
"The second door on the right up the stairs," she said, "The first left is the bathroom," he added.
"Thanks, I think I need to give me a system" I sighed looking at my reflection in the window glass. My hair was beginning to acknowledge that too much moisture, his face sallow and two circles regalatemi from little sleep the last twenty-four hours. I climbed the stairs slowly, ignoring the fact that every step produced a unique crunch and realizing immediately that I would never be able to get off on the first floor without waking up my father. The idea that this was particularly significant for the decision in that house made me smile: it was very realistic as a hypothesis.
Up the stairs I turned right, take a look in my father's room where the double bed and wardrobe were already assembled and walked to the second door. I went in my new room in the same state of mind with which I entered into a dental office. Immediately I realized that I had to work hard to get into my room but fortunately the walls were painted a clear blue that gave the room is relatively bright compared to the rest of the house. Began studying the furniture that had been assembled and all left in the middle of the room, along with my various bags: I moved the bed and the nightstand on one side of the room, pushed the desk under the window, the cupboard is was in the right of the door so I was still an entire blank wall. I delayed the decision on what would have occupied one wall and I concentrated on the arrangement of my clothes. I had very few warm clothes, although my father had insisted so much that I should buy some fleece or sweater before leaving. Of course, the difficulty of finding warm clothes in a city where the coldest temperature was 15 ° C had not crossed my mind, and so I found a couple of sweatshirts. I pulled out the sheets from one of the suitcases and sniffed: they still had the smell of our house. I did read carefully, marveling that I found the quilt still wrapped in the corner, with the climate I would definitely need it as I was chilly.
then began arranging my clothes, and they followed the books, my dolls from when I was not able to be separated. In one corner I found a long plastic tube which contained part of my poster, but I decided that I would hang below. I was so busy that I did not notice the dusk winter that had slowly invaded the room and jumped when the light suddenly came on.
My father smiled, leaning against the door frame.
"Baby, I thought you were asleep"
"I did not realize it was so dark"
"Perhaps because there always seems dark," he adds, and both laughed.
"Come on, I ordered two pizzas, should arrive any minute," he added, smiling.
down I found the kitchen clear of boxes, the table was set with our placemats and usually with a service that we used just for the pizza. At the center of the table there were two cans of beer and a carton of milk.
"You were really quick," I said pointing to the table "And I thought you should do everything myself" add a smile.
"I have many hidden qualities, do not underestimate me," he said trying to tickle me. With a leap and jumped to the side laughing at that moment the bell rang.
"Very British" I said feeling the classic sound of the bell, so different from the trill that my mother had chosen for the old house and walked to the door. Opening it I found myself facing a boy of perhaps a few years older than me, with blonde hair covered by a myriad of tiny drops that sparkled under the light of our entry.
"Two pizzas with everything ..." he said reading the note surprised with the order and then watching me curiously.
"Sure you can, a second, take your wallet," but my father had reached behind him and the boy was holding out a banknote.
The boy took the note he tried to rest in a small bag and handed over churches "Sorry, but you are new?"
smiles of embarrassment that we read in his eyes
"Yes," replied my father taking the pizzas are Mr. Dodson, and this is my daughter Mia. Frequently perhaps Firrhill School? "
" Yes sir, "replied the boy shooting.
"Well," my father said, "You and my mates will be perhaps some progress"
"What year are you in?" Asked the boy then shifting attention back on me.
"The third year, but I'll probably have to recover some course" I replied.
"What luck! I am also of the third, I can give you a hand, "said pulling out a big smile, but then realized grim eye of my father and added hastily," If you go to the same courses "
" Anyway, my name is Matt, pleasure "and held out his hand to me. I reached out and shook mine.
"Nice, Mia," I said embarrassed, hearing behind me the look of my father.
"My So, see you at school Monday," said Elan, then turned and went back to the little apple-green pickup truck that was parked at the end of our driveway.
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