I didn’t want to do it…

I cried.

I bit my nails until I could feel the throbbing in each and every finger.

I thought of how my son wouldn’t go to the school that I couldn’t wait to walk with him to.

I thought of how I’d miss the quick drive to our church and all the wonderful people there.

I thought of the house we were leaving, the only one my babies knew.

I thought of how we were leaving family and so very many friends. Best friends.

I didn’t want to do it.

I didn’t want to go.

I watched as they dug deep wholes beneath my house so that we could sell it to someone else.

I looked out at the new brick mailbox I just had built.

I wondered who would cook in my newly re-done kitchen.

I took in the smell of baby that lingered in the room where both of my baby boys had slept and now my baby girl would not.

I cried some more.

But we did it.

We left.

We came here and it was hard.

At first, so VERY hard.

But we’ve made friends and eaten new food in a new kitchen and found a new church.

We’ve found new routes and places to visit and restaurants to love.

The people here are so good.

It’s actually nice to live in s smaller town.

Our old place actually seems overwhelming when we visit.

Here they make fabulous gumbo and po boys

The Cajun people are so nice and say things like “save the dishes” (meaning to put them away) and “come see” (meaning come here) and they eat “plate lunches” and “boudin” (I’m not a fan but that’s okay…).

And they say “Sha Baby” to my babies. (translates to darling, dear or sweetheart [per google])

They even print it on clothes…

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As I went though K’s closet the other day (the only closet she’s ever known) I came across an outfit that a friend gave to her for her birthday. It’s a pink “onesie” and printed on the front is “Sha Baby”.

There will always be a little Cajun in us now.

I didn’t want to do it.

But I’m so glad we did.

I still miss “home” at times but our life here is good and I would do it over again.

That says a lot.

Can’t wait for Baby K to wear her “Sha Baby”, darling, dear, sweetheart outfit.

Soon.

The prompt for this: Write a piece – 600 word limit – about finding a forgotten item of clothing in the back of a drawer or closet. Let us know how the item was found, what it is, and why it’s so meaningful to you or your character.