Two nights later Mrs. Efron left so it was just my new family and I. It was exactly five in the morning when she left, as for me I woke up four minutes after she left. I decided to try and catch a little alone time in the barn, no sooner had I done that my call phone rang.
"Hello," I said
"Hey girl what's up," said my friend Gabby
"Nothing sept Diana and Richard ain't my real parents."
"Oh and another thing Ana ain't my real name it's Carrie."
"Sorry I have to go, bye."
"Bye."
That was it Gabby wasn't my friend anymore I could tell she was just as shocked as I was. I heard my dad call my name; making my way down the latter I addressed him as sir.
"Honey what were you doing up there," he asked
"Thinking," I answered
"What's around your neck?"
I saw that he noticed the dog tags around my neck that Diana had made for me.
"Dog tags," I said
"So I see; had some when I was in 'Nam ands I wear them everyday," he said taking his.
"You were in Vietnam?"
"Yep as a matter of fact come with me."
He led me to his and Uncle Bo's room. He pulled out a shoebox from under his bed and led me into the kitchen. Inside the box were letters, badges, medals, and pictures. He showed me the letters my mom wrote to him, and what the family wrote. Not to mention the medals, badges, and pictures he received, but one really brought a tear to my eye when he pulled out the Purple Heart.
"Guess you know the Purple Heart is for soldiers wounded or killed in battle huh," he said
"You were wounded," I said in almost a whisper
"Yes I was, they shot me in the shoulder," he said as he brushed a tear that fell down my cheek. I didn't know what to do except hug my father thankful he wasn't killed. We talked for hours until we heard the shower running telling us Uncle Bo was up and the whine of Aunt Daisy as she realized she was too late. Instead she went to the kitchen and began making breakfast. No sooner had she put the bacon on the skillet Uncle Jesse came out.
"Daisy, Bo's out of the shower if you wanna get at it," he said getting the coffee out.
"Ok but who's going to cook," she asked
"I will," I said, "I learned when I was seven."
So she passed me the spatula and got in the shower. Later on we seated at the table. What was funny was when Uncle Bo took a bite out of his food.
"Daisy this is the best how come you don't cook like this often," he said
Suddenly daddy, Aunt Daisy, Uncle Jesse, and I started laughing.
"What's so funny," asked Uncle Bo
"Should we tell him," said Aunt Daisy
"Guess so," said Uncle Jesse
"Daisy didn't cook this Bo, Carrie did," said my daddy laughing at Uncle Bo's reaction at what he said.
"Did you poison this," asked Uncle Bo
"If I did you'd be dead by now," I said
Either way he had two helpings then it was time for chores. I really didn't expect them to give me cleaning and feeding the animals. What surprised me was after the chores were done dad and Uncle Bo asked me if I wanted to ride in the General Lee with them.