My first day in a new place.

"Baby, when are we gonna get there?"

"We'd probably already be there if only you didn't pick such a far place to go to"

"You know that that's exactly what the doctor advised, that we go some where very far away from all the memories, some where we can start afresh....."

"Blah blah new beginning blah blah"

And then she just rolled her eyes at me and we had a good laugh.

"Don't worry, we're almost there, just a couple of blocks till we get to the house, who's gonna give us the key to the house?"

"Ooh that would be the agent, let me just get my phone and put a call across to him"

"Ok"

And then I pulled up to the new house, it is relatively smaller than our old house but of course that was expected as my dad really built it to his taste, exquisite taste if I might add. But it is a bit bigger than my grandma's house, may her soul rest in peace.

I'm looking around but nothing's out of place, I want something to be wrong, I want everything to be wrong, I'm definitely not ready to let go of our memories there.

But everything is just perfect here, it's really serene if I do say so myself. It seems like those houses in the movie where everything is just perfect, homey and the neighbours have delightful children and they'll probably bring pie all the time.

Ok that was weird and creepy.

"Got the key?"

"Um yeah, he said we'd love the neighbourhood and everyone living in it,"

"Mum don't be naive, he's just saying that because he has to or else how else would he get more buyers without sugar coating his words. How does he know we'll supposedly love it here if he doesn't even live here?"

"You know what, sometimes I wish you'd stop being so negative and see the positive part of life, act your age for God's sake"

"Here we go again, Mum I'm seventeen for freak's sake, I'm almost an adult anyways so I might as well start behaving like one"

"But I don't want you to grow up so fast, you're still my baby "

"I'm not your baby, I've never really been your baby, I've always been the one in charge, you're the baby"

"Millie, I can't believe you would say that, just because you took care of me when I was in need, when I was in pains doesn't mean you were the mum or I was the baby"

"I'm sorry mum, I didn't mean any of those things, it's just that it's been a long drive and I'm so freaking tired"

"I don't know what to say to you"

"You know what, let's just get our stuff inside and arrange things"

Sentimental things like this are super annoying, some times I wonder if this is how other people parent their parents. I just meant that I'm not a baby and she can't keep treating me like one or expecting me to behave or be a baby.

If I had acted like a baby when all was wrong, I don't think any of us would have survived.

I don't cry anymore because there's nothing I haven't gone through, imagine 9 year old me, finding your mum drunk everything, learning to cook so that you wouldn't starve to death because your mum is passed out and your grandma is never around. I don't blame her though, I can never blame her, the old lady did the best she could do to make ends meet.

I have done and gone through things that children should never go through, that babies would never survive.

I did them thinking like my own woman and that's what has kept the both of us breathing and feeding and trying to live normal lives. I'll never got to be a child and I probably never will.

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And we're finally done taking the stuff inside the house, well I mean I was finally done taking the stuff inside the house, my mum's condition didn't really let her help even though she tried.

Ding Dong

"I wonder who that could be, Millie could you get the door?"

"Sure thing mom"

And I dashed to the door to see who it was and see I said it, the neighbours and their delightful child would bring pie; it's just that their child isn't exactly a child per se, he looks like he's my age.

"Um hello, we're the neighbours next door, we heard someone pull up and we decided to welcome you to our neighbourhood"

"Yeah thank you for the pie, you could come in but I must warn you that the house is still a fatal mess"

"No worries, we'd be happy to help"

"Well then, come in"

They seem like they're nice people, it's probably because they brought apple pie, my favourite, but they seem nice.

"So will you live alone??"

"What?"

"Will you live alone?"

"Ooh no, no not at all, I'll be living with my mum, she's just trying to get things done in the kitchen"

"Ooh fabulous, I'm great in the kitchen, I'll definitely be plenty of help there, come on Jaxon, we're going to the kitchen"

"C'mon dear, I'm a man, I have no business with you ladies"

Just one stern look was enough to get him running to where he thought the kitchen would be, I guess I now know who the Captain of this ship is

"Um the kitchen is that way"

"Yeah sorry"

And off they went, leaving me with their not-so-a-child-that -is- definitely-looking-at-me son.

"Um hi, I'm Emily, my mum calls me Millie"

"Yeah, I heard your argument with your mum outside already"

Wow that's embarrassing

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I mean who doesn't argue with their mum once in a while"

"Ha ha"

And we had a good laugh, we kinda have the same energy and sense of humor.

"Well I'm Andrew, my dad's Jaxon and my mum's Rebecca, we're the cents"

"Whoo full introduction huh, cents as in money"

I could really see just how nervous he is at the moment. He's just running his hands through his hair.

"Yeah, I guess that isn't the best last name is it?"

"Nope it's fine, just fine"

And we just got on from there, turns out he is a year older than me and he goes to the local high school in the community, probably where I'd be going too.

And just like that, I've gotten a friend, I can't exactly say a new one because I've never actually had a friend for a very big part of my life and it most definitely isn't what I expected would happen even after three months of staying here but I got one on the first day here; I guess the agent wasn't lying after all, he wasn't just sugar coating his words, it really is a nice neighbourhood and I'm sure I'm going to love it here.

"Why don't you guys come over for dinner and then tomorrow we can have a look round the town, what do you think about that Tess?"

"I'm not really sure about dinner by tomorrow sounds lovely"

"Ooh come off it Tess, it's just dinner and I don't think your kitchen is in the right order for you to do any cooking whatsoever"

I could see the literal turmoil on her face, Rebecca was really stressing my mum out right now and then she turned to me like she was asking for permission, I guess I am the parent after all.

"Millie, can we go over for dinner at their house?"

"Mum, we still have to figure out some things here, arrange our rooms so that we could sleep peacefully, unpack our boxes"

"Baby, dinner won't take long, if worse comes to worst, we'll just spend the night at theirs if it's ok with them? " What the actual heck!

"Yh sure thing, it's not a problem, we'd be happy to help"

"Moreover, we have enough time to do all these things tomorrow"

"But mum..."

"Then it's settled, we're going over for dinner"

What! I thought she was asking for permission from me first, what is going on with my mum right now? Somebody please explain things to me. I guess I'm not the parent after all.