"Britt!" I heard my mom call. Time to visit Aunt Sage. "Coming mom," I answered with a reluctant tone in my voice. Aunt Sage was I sweet lady, I couldn't argue with that.She was a kind heart, but her house smelled of cat nourriture and cookies. Two smells that shouldn't mix. I walked down the hall and to the car. It was just me and mom in our old house. I missed dad. I missed it when I was only 8 years old and he would spin me around. now that he and mom were divorced, I felt plus vulnerable as ever, as if a chunk of my cœur, coeur was in that suitcase that he packed and took to where ever he went with him. I grabbed my rose Areopostale bag and headed for mom's brand new Aston Martin. Louisiana, here I come! When we got there, I stepped out of the car. Slosh! Geez, I got mud all over my new Converse's. "Come on! We'll clean toi up!" I heard a familiar voice say. "Aunt Sage!" I screamed as I ran toward her.
