57: The Magic Carpet

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * SIX MONTHS LATER NEW YORK CITY * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * [ K A R A ] "I still can't believe you're getting married to Ryder next week," mom said as she stomped to the kitchen with our dirty plates. "You've known him how long exactly? Three months?" she teased, referring to the time when I argued with her over her choices on marrying Peter. "Ha-ha, very funny," I laughed sarcastically as I stalked to the living room to continue packing my things. There was so much stuff that I had to sort through, my room was a mess. I even had to use the living room because there wasn't enough space. And now the living room looked like the ballroom in Titanic as they were sinking. If you were wondering what's with all the packing, well… It’s because I’m moving out of New York City. "Totally kidding, by the way, I'm with you a hundred percent,” she said again. “I'm just really gonna miss you though, I can't believe I'm not gonna have my baby girl aro