Changes chapter No 1
The williams family had their usual breakfast.
The smallest among them, still wearing his crumpled pyjamas, was more interested in watching the neighbours dog run from hedge to hedge as to eat his most healthiest whole-grain bread with Butter.
After another giggle from toby karen cut his smile: „Stop starring, toby! Eat your breakfast now, will you?"
The called one instantly turned his head from his mother , then back at his plate. „Can't I have cornflakes?", he grimaced, „I want chocolate for breakfast! Sar' bought those chocolate-cornflakes, why can't I have them?"
„You can't have them, because it's know that you're only allowed to eat those on sunday's.", answered Karen in her severe voice. Of every time of a day the morning was never a good time to argue with her stepmother. Sarah had managed to avoid any sort of conversations in the mornings with her. For Karen's mood usually decided to become friendly after breakfast, but never during.
„But I want them now!", toby cried, „That rule's stupid! Why can't I have chocolate- cornflakes for breakfast every day?"
„Now, toby! Watch your tongue! We're not having this discussion mother and I already told you several times why.", Robert added with a tired look over his magazine. Knowing any thurder complaints would be the reason he would have to eat a healthy bread at sunday, too, toby just stuck out his upper lip.
„Come on, toby! It's just one slice. Have a cup of milk with it. It'll taste better, I promise.", sarah winked at him, as she put a cup in front of toby.
Her impish smile encouraged toby to grin as well.
When toby and his father hurried upwards to fetch their things for school and work, sarah helped karen with the dishes. She didn't have to hurry. Fortunately she got a long weekend off to move. Otherwise it would have been very stressfull to pack and unpack in just two days.
Because in all those years she had lived at her father and karens house she rarely sorted anything out. But now she had to.
Because her new flat might be quite neat, but you couldn't call it large at all.
Sarah knew that she didn't have to get rid of anything. Karen had told sarah ,that she'd be at home in their house at any time and insisted sarah kept her children's room. But sarah thought it to be a good idea to free herself from some junk. She wanted to be certain, that she took everything important into her own flat. So she wouldn't have to bother by picking up yet another thing every secound day.
„He'll miss you so much, sarah", Karen said, „We'll all miss you." She smiled softly.
„Oh, I'll miss you ,too. I can't imagine how it's gonna be to do everything alone. Having breakfast or coming home without hearing toby scream somewhere", she chuckled. „But I'm not far away. I'm sure he'll get used to it. And so will I."
„Certaintly, certaintly you will.", Karen looked at her thoughtful, „Well, look at you! You've grown up so fast. A young adult you are. Not a hint of the dreamy teenager's left."
Sarah bit her lip and put the last cup into the cupboard.
The ability to appreciate how much karen cared was one thing she gained from raising up. It had become much easier to get on with karen and others as well. When she realized how much it could please herself if she considered the feelings and needs of someone else. Sarah felt this silent scream of guilt raise inside of her stomach again.
She must have been a spoiled brat! And Karen saying she'd only been a „dreamy teenager" was much too kind of her. Sarah knew that.
She desperately needed to force those tears back into her head!
She turned to Karen and gave her a heartfelt hug.
„You're much too generous with me, you know that, right?"
The overwhelmed Karen only laughed and stroke Sarah's back, as she pulled out of their embrance. „Why don't you start sorting out? The sooner you start the faster you'll finish. Do you need any assistance?"
„That's true. No, I'll do it on my own, thanks, though."
Up in her bedroom Sarah sighed.
Just looking at the crowded cupboards and the yet empty boxes made her feel decided to start with the most important things. To make sure she wouldn't miss something, so she grabbed her note pad and wrote down everything she could think of.
The past years her bedroom had gone through some changes. The walls wore still the flowerish wallpaper and she could never have removed the bed canopy. Also the furniture had remained as they were.
But the many fantasy books were replaced by more realistic novels and specialised books for dramaturgy. Her make-up table had become a well used writing desk. Her numerous cuddly toyies no longer decorated every inch of her room. Indeed they had been banished completely.
After a few hours Sarah had managed to fill most of the boxes. Leaving only her bed with its bed sheets on, she let her gaze drift over the empty room for a moment. She couldn't deny to feel a bit sad about leaving even this room. For it had been a room of comfort for so many years.
A room were she had once locked herself in, to escape into lively ,enchanting fantasy.
She knew every inch of this room and every corner of it still contained the echo of plenty lines she secretly rehearsed. Isn't it strange how one could become attached to a room?
Sarah shook her head musing. Just one thing was left: her wardrope. She opened the thin wooden doors and instantly grabbed as much clothes from the clothes rail as she could. Letting them simply fall on top of the bed she reached out to grab another bunch ,
as a dusty, small box drew her attention. It was solitary put at the very corner of the wardrope. Puzzled she pulled it out and sat down at her desk. Determined she opened it.