When finally everything was inside the house, it was already dark. She paid the movers, lit a cigarette and sat down on the steps of the porch. The house was a bit isolated from the town, in the northwestern part. But the area was quiet and beautiful, it reminded her of her granny's place she visited when she was very young. She could hear an owl hooting somewhere near, leaves rustling as some small animals moved around on the tree branches. Looking down to the dirt road, she could swear she saw someone running with their arms in the air, holding a giant flower. She must be really tired after this long day… Letting out a small chuckle, she heard her mother asking which room she wanted to be her bedroom.
"I'll be there in a sec" she replied with a long inhale, letting the nicotine fill her lungs.
She heard her mother continuously mumbling about how to organise things. Hopefully not her comics and books because if her mom organised them, she would never find any of it. She didn't mind her chatter, though. Her talking was a good sign, even if it was about the most minuscule thing. It reminded her of her very early childhood when everything was so much simpler. When she didn't have a care for the things going on around her, when she wasn't in so much pain and distress, when she... Well, this wasn't about her. In fact, nothing was ever about her. When she was younger, she liked it that way, but as she grew older, it just felt like nobody cared about her. She could somewhat understand it. There were always some issues greater than hers and she had to be there for others for support. But sometimes she couldn't stop wondering, when push comes to shove, who would be by her side to support her...
"This is not about you" she whispered to herself, exhaling some smoke.
"If you think I'll wait for you forever to make a decision, then you're very wrong, young lady" her mother said with a light teasing tone as she came to sit with her. "So, what do you think of the new house?"
"Nothing," she replied simply. "It's basically just an empty house."
"For now" her mom smiled, hugging her daughter's waist and placing her head on her shoulder. "I have a good feeling about this place, Tay. I think we will have fun here."
"Right" she replied, hoping that she sounded convinced.
"Maybe you will finally quit smoking, get a cute boyfriend and make me some grandkids to take care of" her mom teased, tickling her sides.
"You and your priorities…" came the response, accompanied by the laughter of both women.
They were sitting on the stair, under the stars for some time, with her mother rambling about the possible layout of furniture and decorations in the house. As the night started getting a bit chilly, they called it a night and went inside, sleeping with their mattresses on the floor.