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"I just want to know who gave me the doll and how come the doll looks like me," Sam said when we were both ready for bed.
"I don't know. Did you ask mom? Maybe she has seen it before or at least knows who gave it to you."
"I showed her the doll, and she said she has never seen it before, and of course Aaron saw it, and he was like ,'Oh, you still play with dolls?'"
"I knew Aaron didn't get it for you."
"Someone had to get it for me. How else did it get here?"
"Have you thought that maybe, just maybe, you got the doll a long time ago, and you forgot about it? Maybe it was thrown in the box under all your other stuff, and you just never notice it until now?"
"I didn't throw most of my stuff in the box! Plus that was in a different box not that one!"
"Let's talk about it tomorrow. Maybe we can think of some reason in the morning after we get some rest." I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water before I went to sleep. Sam followed me while carrying around the doll. "Want anything?" I asked him.
"No, I'm-" Sam just got cut off.
"THOSE BRATS!" Aaron yelled from upstairs.
"Oh crap," I just remembered we never unpacked most of Aaron's stuff for his study room. Sam and I spend the rest of the day putting our room in order that we forgot to go back and actually finish unpacking the rest of Aaron's things.
"What are we going to do?" Sam asked.
"We'll hide," I said.
I heard Aaron open the door to our room. It wasn't hard to see we weren't in there, so it wouldn't be long until Aaron found us downstairs. I grabbed Sam by his arm, and I took him into the dinning room. I was about to go outside with Sam, but a noise from the living room stopped me. It sounded like a door opening, but there was no door in there. Curiosity got the best of me as I pulled Sam into the living room to find that little door opened. I let go of Sam, and he ran over to it.
"Come on! We can hide here! Aaron will never find us!" Sam said. Aaron was coming downstairs, probably cursing us under his breath, getting madder with every step.
"Go!" I practically pushed Sam into the little tunnel. I followed right behind him. The door closed behind us, like it wanted to hide us. The tunnel was so small that there wasn't enough room to sit down, so I caught our breath on my hands and knees. I didn't even realize I was holding my breath until we were safe in this tunnel. We stayed in silence, both of us too scared to say anything in the chance in might give away our hiding spot.
"WHEN I FIND THE BOTH OF YOU, YOU WILL BE SORRY!" Aaron yelled. There was a crash. It sounded like Aaron broke something. Something else to get blamed for. Sam went to the other side of the tunnel, to the door on the other side. I followed him, ready to get enough distance between us and Aaron.
"Is the coast clear?" Please be outside or in a closet, I thought.
"I have no idea..."
"What do you mean you don't know? What room are we in? Can you hear Aaron around?"
"Maybe you should see for yourself." Sam crawled out, and I stayed close behind.
When I saw the room, I got why Sam was so confused, "What's going on?" I spoke more to myself than Sam. We came back into the living room. Everything was just as it was when we entered except their was no screaming Aaron anywhere. Nothing seemed broken either which didn't make sense because it sounded like Aaron just threw something. "Get back in the tunnel now," I told Sam. I didn't know what was going on, much less if this place was safe.
"Lindsay? Sam? Is that you?" mom asked from another room.
Sam looked over at me, "How did she get home so fast?" he whispered.
"Yeah, mom...it's us," I hollered back.
"You made it just in time. Dinner just got done cooking." Dinner? I looked over at Sam, more confused than ever. He looked exactly how I felt. It was rare for mom to be home for dinner, much less cook it. Sam left his doll on the couch as I lead the way where mom was, which was in the kitchen. Mom just got the turkey out of the oven. It smelt good! "You two better go wash up. Dinner will be ready when you two are," mom set the turkey on the stove. She turned around, and I realized she wasn't our mother. She looked exactly like our mother, she even had on the same clothes mom had on this morning, but where her eyes were suppose to be, two black buttons were at their place.
I pushed Sam behind me. "Who...who are you?"
"I'm your other mother, dear."
"Your other mother." She saw the confusion on my face. "Don't be surprised. Everyone has one."
"Are you like a fairy godmother?" Sam asked, pocking his head out from behind me.
She smiled. I couldn't tell if she looked nicer or scarier when she smiled. "Something like that. Now go and get clean up."
Sam and I hurried upstairs. Both of us needed to talk about what just happened. We found the bathroom without a problem. Not only did everything look like our real house, but every room was in the exactly place as well. Like we were in the same house, just different moms.
As soon as I shut the door, Sam asked "What is this place?"
I shook my head. "I have no idea."
Sam started to wash his hands. "Do you think we can trust our other mother?"
"I don't know, but I guess we will know later on tonight. I just can't shake the feeling that something is off."
"Like the same feeling you got when we met Aaron?" he sounded scared.
"No," I started to wash my hands because Sam went to dry his. "It's nothing like that, but that is what scares me. I can't describe what I feel. I feel confused by how close this place is to our real home and why do we have a other mother? Why hasn't she came before? I have no answer to any of my questions, so none of this makes sense to me."
"I don't know any answers either. Should we ask her? She might know what's going on."
I shook my head. "It would be best if we both just see what she does for a while. We don't want to make her angry. We don't know what she will do then." Sam nodded his head. With our new plan in motion, we both left to go downstairs to eat, but before we step down the stairs, I whispered, "Remember, we don't know if we can trust her yet." He nodded, and I felt his hand slipped into mine. Then something caught my eye. We were in such a hurry to get somewhere to talk in private, that we ran past the pictures on the wall. Now we got to look at them, and something big was missing...or someone, Aaron. "Look at this," I called Sam's attention over. It was suppose to be the picture from their wedding. The same picture Aaron destroy yesterday, and I clean today. Aaron was no where to be seen, and our mom was replace with our other mother. I could tell from the button eyes.
"But where's-" Sam asked.
"Dinnertime," mom announced.
We both left with questions in our minds. Other mother had all the food set up in the dinning room. She was already sitting at the head of the table. Two plates were already set at both sides of her. Sam got the closest seat while I got on the father seat. "Go ahead and dig in," she told us smiling.
Sam and I looked at one another, "Aren't we going to wait for Aaron?" I asked her.
"Who's Aaron dear?"
"Aaron, you know the person you married," she still didn't seem to know who I was talking about. "Our stepdad."
She laughed, "Oh you mean my ex-boyfriend, Aaron. I broke up with him because I didn't like the way he was treating you two. He was always rude to Sam and you, and what mother would I be if I kept in him in the picture? Besides, between us three, I never really like him anyways."
"Aaron is gone forever?" I asked just to make sure what I was hearing was true. I didn't want to get too excited until it was confirmed.
"Why yes! He's been gone for years. Why the sudden interest in him?"
I looked over at Sam, and he had a smile on his face. We were both glad about this sudden news. This place isn't so bad now, I thought starting to put food on my plate. "Oh it's nothing. Just was wondering if you are seeing anyone right at this moment."
"On no! Dating would take time from what matters most in my life. I don't have time to anyways, with all the family things we do, like camping, picnics, watch movies, and family game night. There isn't enough time in the day to do all that plus dating."
Sam stopped his fork in mid air, "Just like family game night? Like we use to play?" I knew that was his favorite thing that we used to do when dad was still alive, while my favorite family activity was going on picnics where we would fly kites and see who could come up with the funniest cloud shape. We both missed those time, even though I tried to put those times behind me.
"What else would it be?" other mother asked him. "What game should we play tonight?"
I knew Sam answer before he said it, "Monopoly!"
"That's too long!" I told him. "We need to sleep some time tonight!"
"What else can we play?" Sam asked me.
"What about Uno? That is a quick and easy game."
"Not from what I remember," Sam grumbled into his food.
"It's faster than Monopoly!"
"That is so-" Sam thought about it, "Actually that true."
I laughed at him while going back to eating my food. "You're such a weirdo."
I don't ever remember eating anything that good as the turkey from that night. It was crispy golden brown, and it was still very juicy. The rolls were perfectly cooked. I never saw Sam get seconds on vegetables, but he got seconds on his corn and mashed potatoes.
"Are you both full?" Other mother asked both of us as we pushed our plates away.
"Oh yeah," Sam said patting his stomach. "I couldn't eat another bite."
"Everything was so good! Thank you," I told her. "Should we clean up?"
"Oh no," she said. "The mice will clean everything up. Now you both can go upstairs and get changed, so we can start this game."
"The mice will clean up?" Four little mouse with long tails and dressed in a little red uniform hopped on the table and went over to other mother.
"Yes, the mice take care of the house. They clean up anytime I need them to, plus they can bring anything to you if you need anything. All you have to do is call them."
"So, you have mice for butlers?" I didn't know if that was awesome or just weird.
She laughed, "I never thought of it like that, but yes we do. Are we going to play Uno tonight?"
"We have a problem. We don't have any pajamas. We didn't bring any clothes with us," I state the new problem.
"I got some new clothes for both of you already in your dresser. Come on, I'll show you," she got up from the table, and we followed her upstairs. "Lindsay, here is your room." My other room was where Aaron's study was held in our real home. I open the door to find my perfect room! There was a desk with a lamp and a journal already opened, ready for someone to write in it. There was a bookshelf on the wall closest to the door filled with books that I used to love to read. The windowsill was a seat, so I could write/read and look outside anytime I liked.
"Wow! This place is amazing!" I said.
"You picked it out, dear," she said. "Anyways, your clothes are in your dresser and closet. Pick out whatever you want, and just come downstairs whenever you are ready."
"Yeah, sure," I was still in aw about how better this room was. I didn't even notice other mother shutting the door, or that Sam went with her.
I put on some pajamas that were on top in one of my drawers. I didn't even care about what I was putting on, all I cared about was my very own room. I sat on the window seat, looking at the full moon, thinking of all the stuff that I could write, when someone knock on my door.
"Come in," I called, and Sam peeked his head in.
"Come on! It's time to play Uno with our other mother!"
"Where's your room at?"
"Right where our old room is, but this one is better! There is even a guitar that plays itself!"
"It plays itself? That's cool! You'll have to show me!"
"Maybe after I kick your butt!"
"You're on!" I chased Sam downstairs, both of us laughing from finally having fun. We were in such high spirits, we forgot there was no running in the house. Other mother said nothing about it, all she said was, "It looks like you two are already having fun."
"Yeah, I guess," I said as we both sat on the floor while other mother dealt the cards.
"I see you got my gift," other mother said to Sam.
"What gift?" She shifted her head towards the doll. "You made the doll for me?"
"Yes, I did. Did you like it?"
"Yes, I do," Sam went over and picked up the doll. "Thank you! I love how you got it to look like me."
"I'm glad you like it. Now let's play," she finished dealing the cards, and we all put our cards in order. In no time at all we had two games down, the score was tied. Sam and me both had one game won.
"This is the last game," I wanted to make sure Sam felt the pressure. "Unless other mother wins, it is the final game."
"We will finally know the winner of Uno," Sam said in the same tone as I just did.
"Let's see who the winner is," other mother flipped over the last card, and I quickly went to see what I had in my hands.
The round went by with a lot of skipping, drawing cards, getting down to one card then drawing twenty because your brother messed up your win, you know the usual stuff that happens when family plays Uno. It was all down to one card, in my brother's hand. Other mother kept the color red, but did I want to change it? I looked at my brother, and he looked at me. Keep it! I put down a red card.
"Lindsay, why did you do that because you just burned yourself!" He threw down his seven red card.
"You won?" I was surprise I lost...again!
"Yep, and all because of you!"
I smiled at him and I ruffed his head,"I know! I am the best big sister ever for letting you win!"
"Letting you win? I think I won-" Sam began, but other mother interrupted us. "Okay, you two off to bed! It's getting late."
We all went upstairs to get some sleep. Other mother was about to go into Sam's room to tuck Sam into bed, but before Sam opened his door, he turned asked me, "I know we finally have our own room, but do you think that it will be alright if I sleep with you tonight? Just this once?"
I smiled at him, "Come on."
Sam climbed into bed first then I climbed in after him. Other mother tucked both of us in. "Here I have something for you, Lindsay," she held out a key on a necklace. It was a black shiny key, and the top looked like a button. "Whenever you, or your brother, wants to see me again, you can use this key to unlock the door you use to get here." She put the necklace around my neck. I was too tired to ask how we were going to get back or how the door unlock for us tonight. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was other mother saying, "See you soon."