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It was 9:35 in the morning. Chris was wide-awake along with the 3-year-old twin girls. They were running in and out of their apartment trying not to forget anything for their journey home. That's right, Chris had finally decided to go back home, back to his family, and back to see her. The one person he knew he would always love, the mother of his children, his wife that was taken to soon from him, from his girls, from this world. He kept a good eye on the girls, as he pilled more and more boxes into the truck. In front of the truck sat his Ford Escape, SUV, that he had bought just before he moved here, the place that had been his home for the past 3 years. As he pilled the boxes into the back, the movers came out with his and the girl's beds. He quickly got out of the way as they moved to put it into the truck. After another 3 hours, they were finally done. As he walked through the apartment to see if he had forgot anything, he started to remember the first day that they had moved in. He remembered how scared the girls were to be left in their room all alone at night. He remembered how he would have to sit in between the two beds, just to stop them from crying. He remembered how during the day, when he was home with them, they would run around playing tag, as he told them endlessly not to because they might get hurt. But, that never stopped them and eventually he would end up playing with them. He remembered the first time that Marie came up to him, when he was watching T.V. and she climbed onto his lap, and she asked him where her mommy was. He remembered how he cried himself to sleep that night, after explaining to her and Bianca that their mommy was in heaven, but loves them, and would be watching them and protecting them everyday of their lives. He then had one memory come to mind that he hoped and prayed would never stop. He remembered the first time he heard Bianca talking to her mommy, when she was supposed to be sleeping, and telling her that she loved her and that she misses her. He had tears rush to his eyes that night, and when he thought about it. As he stood there, just looking around, he felt someone tugging on his pant leg. When he looked down, he saw his two little girls standing there, each one holding their blankets that their mommy had made for them before they were born. Bianca was holding the pink one, as Marie held her purple one. Both holding them right above their hearts. He smiled as he looked at the.
"Are you two ready to go?" he asked, picking them both up.
"Yes, Daddy," they both said.
"Ok, then. Let's go," he said, as they walked out the door. He turned around, before closing the door and smiled, before walking away. He then put both of the girls into their seats his SUV, before he too got in and started up the car. He took one more long and memorable look at their old apartment, before looking straight ahead, and leaving his old life behind, in New York City, to once again start his and his daughter's lives, in San Francisco.
