A Month Gone

Audrey

Annabelle grinned at me as I walked into the kitchen for breakfast, still wiping sleep from my eyes. “Morning, sleepyhead,” she said, putting a plate down at my place. I smiled at the healthy breakfast that she had made for me.

“Thanks,” I said. “All of my favorites.” It was sort of a joke between us. On the days that Annabelle was home, she’d started taking over more of the cooking from Mom, making sure that she cooked meals that were both appetizing for Mom and her as well as healthy for me. That way, I didn’t have to eat on my own all the time. I appreciated it more than I could say.

It was starting to feel like I had a place here in Aberdeen after all. I didn’t know what to feel about that.

“Can you believe that you’ve already been here for a month?” Annabelle asked as she sat across from me at the table.

“I know, right?” I shook my head. When I had first arrived here, I wouldn’t have thought that I would make it a month in Aberdeen, or if I did, I would have expected to ha