It was comical the way we moved. We had an old truck and filled it to the hilt. Mom's plants were packed in and flopping in the wind. We looked like hillbillies. It was an exciting time, the future laid ahead, it was an adventure, a real change from the daily routine.
It was with great sacrifice that my mother left the home she had longed for, and had finally achieved nine years earlier, to pack up and move to the remote part of the state, to a small, no tiny little town so we could go to school. The town consisted of a main street next to a river and between two hills that were the neighborhoods. One hill was called slob hill where the poor lived and other snob hill where the richer folks lived. My father was to follow us when he finished up a job. He never did and he moved on. This was the ultimate sacrifice for my mother, she was devastated but never once uttered any regret for moving. She was unbelievably wonderful. We stayed a year before she moved back to her home, now without my father. But she had gotten us started in school.
She was a hero I never in my wildest dreams thought she would do this for us. But she did. She suffered a lot of pain without my father but would find a better life working and finding new friends. My fathers business had always kept her home. She really loved her new life. I too was to find a new life, but it was rocky to say the least. I was to meet my college adviser, that was a scary thought, my high school advisor was a road block. I feared I would be sent home or even worse, laughed at. It would determine my future.
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