Mom and I didn't talk for the rest of the truck ride. We just sat there and listened to music and slept. She started acting weird after I asked her that question I mean I can understand it. she knows her daughter feels invisible but she can't do a thing about it. We show up at the new house and my grandma is there ready to greet us. She is 67 and she is the only one who makes me feel like a human.

"Well would you look at that my little granddaughter hasn't changed a bit. your such a beautiful young lady Cassie bear." Her voice shaky My grandmother is the only one who has ever called me Cassie bear. She doesn't like calling me by my name or by my nickname so she made one. After the teddy bear my sister use to carry around with her.

"Hey grandma your looking young are you using something special? A new lotion?" I say giggling

"Well I guess you got me now let's go inside and tidy things up." I go upstairs because my room is always upstairs for some reason. This time I realize my room is the attic. It's so big but it's kind of creepy up here.

"Mom?" I yell down the stairs

"Yes sweetie?" my mom yells back

" why is my room in the attic?"

"Well you like creepy things and I figured why not a creepy attic for my daughter who likes things that would be scary to most people."

"Oh okay thanks mom." Believe it or not my mom was very right I love creepy things. Nothing scares me for some reason. Except maybe death.

After we get all the boxes inside the house we start sorting through everything and putting the stuff in the designated rooms. Our living room was always so bare because we didn't have any photos of us all together except from when I was little. Now that i think about it I don't even have a mirror.

Going into my room I decided to start setting everything up and decorating. My walls were a purple I could tell a little girl use to live here because there is Yellow butterflies everywhere. Which I didn't mind because it reminded me of my little sister.

In my room though when I was walking around I knocked into something. One of the floor panels were off. So i picked it up and looked around. Underneath the panel was a small little bag one you would put your rosary in. But inside wasn't a rosary. It was a key. I decided to put the key back in case there was something in the house that it might belong to.

"Cassie are you done up there it's dinner time." my mom shouts.

"Yeah i'll be down in a sec." my mom has been so rude lately. guess thats what i get for trying to ask questions. Our meal was the same as usual since dad left quiet and awkward. We had never had to deal with this usually my father was there to start a conversation and now he isn't. I tend to feel like all this is my fault. I know my mother and grandmother tell me no it isn't but i mean if i hadn't begged my mom to bring me to the movies with my friends this wouldn't of happened.

"Are you done with your meal?" My mother asks sternly.

"Yeah but are you going to actually talk to me?" I say rudely. I'm sick of being ignored.

"Talk about what Cassie there is nothing to talk about!"

"yes there is there is plenty to talk about but no i ask a question that makes you uncomfortable because you know it's true and instantly i'm the bad guy and you stop being my kind mom you start to be rude to me for telling you how i felt sorry next time i'll keep it to myself!" I yell at her not realizing it till after but not taking it back because i meant it.

"Well next time you won't bother me to get up and bring you to the movies will you. that accident happened because you begged me to get up and go. your sister wouldn't be dead if i didn't go. your dad may not have cheated, and we may not have been here right now!" she yells at me.

"Well i'm sorry you feel that way then." I say holding back tears as i rn up the stairs. I decide I'm going to stay up there for a while and just hide away. She was right all of this is my fault. I just didn't want to admit it. then i hear a noise come from downstairs.

BAM!!!

I run down the stairs in a hurry trying to find out what happened when i see my mom standing there looking down at the ground.

"I don't know what happened I was doing the dishes and this just fell." But from where. I look at the object on the floor in front of me to get a closer look as to what it is. and i realize it's my little sisters teddy bear. but how, we burried it with her a year ago when she died.

"Mom,"

"Yeah?"

"It's Ali's teddy bear."

"That's imposible it was burried with her when she died."

"You want to know what's worse?"

"What could be worse?"

"It's also a picture in a glass frame in black and white of Ali and me."

"What's the date on the back I don't remember taking a picture of you guys in black and white?"

"The date is 1955."

"That's impossible she wasn't even born till 2001."

"Mom what does this mean is this why daddy use to tell you he wanted kids. I know you don't want to talk but your going to have to soon."

"Well I guess I have no choice, your grandmother is going to want to be here when i talk to you about this."