Mom went to the cupboard and grabbed two mugs. “How many times do I need to go over this: You’re going to New Mexico and staying with Nana. Final.” She opened the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of milk. “Besides, you’re gonna love it there. Trees to climb, insects to look at, places to explore! I thought you loved adventure?” she said, pouring a mug of milk and handing it to me.
“I do, but, without you, Mom, it’s not right.” I raised the mug to my lips and let the white, creamy liquid fill my mouth. “And you haven’t told me about Nana? What is she like?”
“Nana is like any other nanny; nice, owner of cats, loves children, everything! I’m sure she’ll love you.” Mom took a swig of her milk and took a deep breath. “You don’t have to worry about anything, Izzy. If you’re that desperate to stay here, there’s nothing I can do, I’m sorry. So, are you ready to go to New Mexico?” …show more content…
“Does Nana look like Minnie Mouse?” That was how I’ve imagined Nana: short, wears a bow and six-inch heels.
Mom clutched her stomach and tears fell from her eyes. A blissful laughter came from her mouth. “My gosh, you have quite the imagination. You’ll find out when you get there.” Her smile shone like a thousand candles in the moonlight.
The next 56 hours felt like ten minutes. I finished packing my suitcase three hours ago before going on the plane. After six-hundred hugs and a thousand sweet kisses, I waved Mom goodbye from the airplane window and flew off to New Mexico. Thanks to my Gone with the Wind copy, I read it on the
“I do, but, without you, Mom, it’s not right.” I raised the mug to my lips and let the white, creamy liquid fill my mouth. “And you haven’t told me about Nana? What is she like?”
“Nana is like any other nanny; nice, owner of cats, loves children, everything! I’m sure she’ll love you.” Mom took a swig of her milk and took a deep breath. “You don’t have to worry about anything, Izzy. If you’re that desperate to stay here, there’s nothing I can do, I’m sorry. So, are you ready to go to New Mexico?” …show more content…
“Does Nana look like Minnie Mouse?” That was how I’ve imagined Nana: short, wears a bow and six-inch heels.
Mom clutched her stomach and tears fell from her eyes. A blissful laughter came from her mouth. “My gosh, you have quite the imagination. You’ll find out when you get there.” Her smile shone like a thousand candles in the moonlight.
The next 56 hours felt like ten minutes. I finished packing my suitcase three hours ago before going on the plane. After six-hundred hugs and a thousand sweet kisses, I waved Mom goodbye from the airplane window and flew off to New Mexico. Thanks to my Gone with the Wind copy, I read it on the