Now back to mother. Well I don't consider her my mother but Helen Plum. When she didn't accept me going in the army to follow my father's footsteps, it was the last straw for Dad, so he divorced her, got custody of me and we moved near Ft. Knox with Grandma Mazur. 6 months after our move we got a call from TPD that Helen was in a car accident that she caused as she was drunk, she died. That was the last time her name was spoken in our house hold.

Now enough of her...

I see Diana open the front door to let Dad in as he was driving the moving truck, Dee and I were taking the Panamera. Today we were moving to Trenton, or rather the out scarce of Trenton. I already bought our house 3 weeks ago as there were some minor repairs to make and Dad was there to supervise them.

"Hey Pumpkin," he said bringing me out of my spur. Franklin Plum is an Italian man, gave me my curly hair and blue eyes although a lot of people say that I am a mini-him. He is strict but has a heart of gold, he accepts me for who I am and respects the choices I make even though they are bad sometimes. He always encouraged me to fly and to spread my wings as he knew I idolized Wonder Women.

"Hi Daddy. Is the moving truck loaded and locked?" I asked checking my watch to see if we are on schedule or not.

"Don't worry baby girl we are right on schedule. Yes, all locked and ready to go. Hon I am really happy that you are coming home with my little pumpkin and I can come anytime that I want to see you and Dee. And before you ask yes the house is all done, I am moved in with that Crazy old bat and we are waiting for you," he said taking the question right out of my mouth.

"Thanks Dad."

"Your welcome pumpkin, now take a last look around while I settle Dee in her car seat."

"kay"

"See you in the car mommy," Diana said.

"Ya sunshine."

I looked around the house I was leaving, I dont feel sad leaving this place even though I've been here a couple of years. The only good thing that has happened during my stay here is that I go Diana and we celebrated 3 of her birthdays. No more sappy stuff.

Trenton ready or not here come the Plums.