Sorry for the confusion about re-uploading this one and the next couple of them, but I found out I made a mistake with re-numbering after re-editing when I got them back from my awesome beta, texasbella. But it's ok now, I fixed it.
Instead of the planned 25, you'll get 10 of them right after this one, going to 15. I will do my best to post 25 drabbles tomorrow but since I'm going to have a wedding dress fitting there's a chance I won't have the time. I'll just do my best!
3.
Although I was a little kid, I will never forget the day I met Edward. My mother picked me up and showed me the trucks and the men that were carrying furniture into the house next to us.
"Momma, who are they?" I asked her, only seeing big guys carrying couches and tables and boxes. I didn't understand the concept of moving just yet.
"Those guys work for a moving company. They help people move by carrying furniture and boxes inside that truck there. And then they drive the truck to the new house and take all of it out of the truck again so the people who are moving don't have to do any of that."
My mother always very patiently explained everything to me, something I learned to admire at a later age. Since I was a very curious kid, it must've been very annoying for my mom to get all the questions.
I always accepted her explanations though. My mother was a smart woman and always had answers for everything. And doesn't every kid think their parent is smart and awesome?
My mother gave me a stool to sit on so I could sit behind the window and watch the people. She taught me that if I was sitting on the high stool I wasn't allowed to move, which I never did.
I was such a good kid.
Most of the time.
I remember that day and all its moments for two reasons. First, it was the day I met Edward. Second, it was the first and only time my mom got so mad she hit me.
After some time of me sitting by the window, watching the new neighbor's house, the movers stopped moving boxes and furniture, stepped into the truck and left. Just as I was about to call for my mom to pick me up and let me down so I could play with toys again, I saw a black car arrive and park in the driveway.
I let out a little squeal of excitement, which caused my mom to run towards me to see what was going on. When she found out the new neighbors had arrived next door she put me down, told me to wait and that we would go over there soon.
I was too impatient though, and walked to the front door. I was a master in opening doors, something I never let my mom know because she'd start locking doors. That's how I was able to get on the neighbor's property. I walked through the plants and climbed through the hole in the fence and walked up towards my neighbors.