Well,
I’ve had a good, warm nap. It’s so nice
to have a comfortable bed with warm covers.
It
happened one night. Dad bundled Mina and
me into the box and packed all of our stuff in a big car with lots of seats and
all those boxes that smell like Mom. The
ones that were in the basement at Office.
Mina has been so terrified and depressed since Mom left that she can’t
even talk to me. Anyway, there we were
in the box in the big car and we began to roll. Memmet [sic] was driving (Mom says he is a
better driver than Dad) and Mina and I fell asleep. When we woke up, we heard Mom’s voice! Hallelujah!
She’s not dead after all. She got
in the big car with us and told Memmet [sic] where to drive. Pretty soon, we were stopped on a
street. Mom and Dad tried to unlock a
door, but their keys didn’t work. They
tried to wake someone up, but that didn’t work, either. Mom left, and the rest of us stayed
behind. Dad and Memmet [sic] took all
the boxes and things (including us) out of the big car and he drove away. Dad and we spent the night on the sidewalk
with our boxes. When it got light, the
door opened and someone who lives on the street helped Dad to get the boxes and
things up some stairs. Mom came later
and was so glad to see us, almost as glad as we were to see her. When everything was up the stairs, Mom and
Dad let us out of the box and there we were in a place with several rooms. We were scared, but there really wasn’t any
place to hide. There wasn’t any
furniture or anything. There was a
refrigerator and a washer, but no furniture.
Our
furry beds were there, so we napped, while Mom and Dad left. We were lonely and scared, but at least we
felt pretty safe. When Mom and Dad came
back, they put the memory foam mattress on the hard bed and tried to sleep. Dad was successful, but Mom tossed and turned
all night. It was hard to sleep with
them because of that and the hardness of the bed.
The
next day, Mom and Dad were gone all day again, and we explored and slept. They came back off and on, bringing things
that they had bought. The next day was
pretty much the same, except some men brought a big mattress that they put in the
bedroom. It was nice and comfortable. Sometimes they really do think of Mina and
me. It was very thoughtful of them to
buy us such a nice mattress. Mom put
sheets, blanket, and comforter on it.
Oh, how nice it was! She had a
pillow, too. Then Dad brought a small
table for the kitchen, and then a white thing for on top of the counter. Mom said she will cook on that. The man who helped Dad bring things up from
the street came back and did something with the washer and the cooker thing. Is this finally home? Mom had her coffee maker and her electric tea
kettle and a few frying pans, but how were we to live here without more
furniture? Actually, Mina and I had
enough for us, but we didn’t see how Mom and Dad were going to live with
it. Of course, it turned out to be just
Mom and us, as Dad left as soon as the man was done with the washer and the
cooker thing.
Some
men came a few days later and did some things in the kitchen. They made the heat thing stop leaking and did
some things to the kitchen cabinets. Mom
cleaned and cleaned, because there was a lot of dust in the house. She calls it an apartment. She calls it home. Dad came to visit once and it was really good
to see him. We thought maybe he would
stay, but he had to go back to his mother’s house. Mom says that he will come to live with us
when the business is settled, but then he will go to Europe for a while before
he is here all the time.
Mom
has gone out sometimes and has been gone for a whole day sometimes. She says she is teaching English at a
school. I’m not sure what English is or,
for that matter, what a school is, but if she can teach it, that’s fine, as
long as she has time for us. Most days
she is home with us, but on the weekends she is gone most of the time. She bought some big kettles, and cooked more
food for us which, by the way, is very delicious, although Mina doesn’t eat it.
The
mattress is very comfortable. We usually
spend most of the day under the comforter, as this place is not always very
warm. There are heat things, but Mom
doesn’t always turn them on, so it gets cold sometimes. Also, they usually go off at night and Mom
has to start them up again in the mornings.
It is not a bad place, but the floors are very cold sometimes and make
my feet and legs hurt. I sleep in the
furry bed a lot, too, not just under the comforter.
Speaking
of sleeping, I think I hear a nap calling my name.
Yours,
Apache
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