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The new neighbors


So, I finally heard back...I have an appointment with the therapist but not until May 14th. This past year is keeping them very busy. Guess writing is going to have to do for now.

Alright, enough of that. Let's talk about the new neighbors. Around the age of 9, a family moved in next door. I was super excited because they had a daughter a year older than me and now I would have someone to play with. My own sister is seven years older, so, we didn't spend much time together. The little girl and I became fast friends and she spent a lot of time over at my house, but we didn't spend much time at hers. I remember I used to hear yelling often coming from their place and I remember the few times I did go over, the house was really messy. 

It's funny the things you remember. I used to get this feeling like something wasn't quite right, but on the other hand, I was jealous that they ate Ragu spaghetti sauce. For the life of me I have no idea why that made me jealous, considering my mom made the best spaghetti ever. Weird, just weird. Another thing that was weird was her dad. He was always in a bathrobe whenever I was at their house and he didn't say much, but he always seemed angry. I'm sure that was a big contributor in us not hanging out at her house. as well as the fact that she had a younger sister and brother that would constantly bug us.

For the most part, it was just a normal friendship. We rode bikes together, played games, make believe, basically what most 9 & 10 year olds do. We even went to the grand opening of a new amusement park together. 

But all of that was going to change. 

My life would change forever.


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