The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: # 11
Pen Name: Mikarin Aoi
Pairing/Character(s): Renesmee
Rating: K
Word Count: 499
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Arizona's Heat
My parents finally granted me my wish of seeing my mom's old house back in Arizona. Today, they were taking me there. Daddy Edward was driving, while Mommy Bella was just in the passenger seat, reading.
As soon as we crossed the state border, I hurriedly opened the window and stuck my head out a bit, taking in the scent of Arizona. Just by inhaling a bit of what Arizona had to offer, and feeling the sweltering heat of the sun against my skin, I already knew I would come to love this place. It was a lot different from Forks, and I preferred the sun way more than the rain. Everyone in the family said I took after my mother on that attribute.
The car drove up into an empty garage, and the white house in sight must be the house my mother grew up in. The car doors unlocked, and I quickly jumped out, excited to go through the stuff Mommy Bella had when she was younger.
I waited for her at the front door, and as she opened it with her keys, I made my way inside, finding myself inside the living room. It had a simple layout. A couch in front of a TV set, a coffee table in front of the couch, tons of magazines splayed across it.
Moving away from the living room, I looked at the tons of pictures hanging on the wall of the hallway leading to the rooms. Grandma Renée's room and Mom's room were opposite each other, and there was a small bathroom at the end of the hall.
I entered my mom's room first. Though they were both living in different places now, they still kept this place as a home they could go to whenever they felt like it. I think it was a nice idea, since after all; this was their home before they found their own respective ones within each other's partners. I knew of Grandpa Phil. Mom told me about him too.
My mom's room was completely organized. Wanting to see for myself if my grandma was really a messy scatterbrain like my mom sometimes described her, I decided to take a peek into her room before rummaging through Mom's belongings.
Sure enough, as soon as I opened the door to her room, all I saw was a huge mess. She really did leave her mark all over the place. Bags and clothes were scattered all over the floor. But amidst everything, only one thing caught my eye. A photo album spread open lying on her bed.
The picture showing was of my mother, when she was eight, wearing a ballerina outfit. Next to her was my grandmother.
Reaching for the picture, I didn't realize that I was unconsciously reaching for her.
The door to the room parted a little more, and my mom came into view.
As tears formed in my eyes, all I could utter was, "Mom, when can I meet Grandma?"
