During the night I did not sleep well. I don't know if it was the the new place or missing my old home. I can't admit it but lately my dreams were all about my parents. These were filled with my father and my mother saying thing like, "You Destined for great things," "You're can make a difference in this world," and other cliche phrases that every parent tells their kid.

When I woke up that morning I was surprised to find milk and cookies waiting for me next my bed. I immediately wondered who brought them them there. When I got out of bed on a chair in my room I found a dress. It was velvet and upon further inspection, it had a L embroidered on the sleeve. It was not my style though and opted for something of mine.

I chose my dark boot-cut jeans and a long-sleeved blue shirt. I got dressed, brushed my teeth and hair, put on my Beautiful Day perfumes and took the Secret of Moonacre book since I was planning to read it and didn't want to go all the up in my room to get it. When I left my room I noticed a painting of a women that I was sure was not there when I arrived yesterday, I figured that whoever brought me the milk and cookies. I surprisingly found my way back to the living room where I found Uncle Benjamin and he told me, "young lady we will be eating breakfast in here."

I started to walk in but then he stopped me and asked, "Where did you get that?"

I assumed that he was talking about my book and responded, "Oh, father left it to me."

Then he said, "Well he had no right to." Then he took the book and walked through the door that I assumed was the library. I was livid and hurt. He had to know how much that book meant to me. It was the only thing that my father left and as much as I tried to convey that I didn't care about him and that I knew he didn't love me; I know he did and Miss Heliotrope always told me that. I did believe her I just didn't want her to believe I cared.

I walked into the dining and I started to eat my oatmeal and I cleared my head so when I asked for my book back I didn't want to sound like a little kid who was whining over something you didn't get. I have learned that if you sound like you know what you are talking about then people will assume that you do. When my uncle walked in I said, "Uncle you should return my book to me." I tried to sound sophisticated and like I deserved an answer but he just ignored me and continued eating his breakfast in silence. I decided to drop it until later because I could tell that arguing would not get me anywhere.

After breakfast Uncle Benjamin gave me a tour of the house but the main highlight of the tour was what I couldn't do and rooms that were off limits or out of bounds. I will have to remember to go exploring by myself later in the week.

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