The new arrival
POV AVA
I gazed at the familiar cupboard, and a tear slid down my cheek. Leaving the place where I was born wasn't easy. My parents had secured jobs at a magnificent mansion opposite the city we lived in. We had to move there as part of their employment requirement. Although my parents had decent jobs here, they felt they couldn't provide the life I deserved. I was attending a community school and felt content, knowing I could get good grades and build a good life for myself.
As a diligent student, my parents wanted me to attend a better school and eventually a good college, which seemed possible only if we moved to the mansion.
Mom entered the room as I packed my bag. She gently placed her hand on my head, "Ava, are you ready, honey?" She noticed my tears and wiped them away, saying, "Honey, it's okay to move on for a better life. All the good and bad memories of this place will always stay with you."
I knew she was right. Moving to the mansion would upgrade many aspects of our lives, including better schooling. The children of the mansion staff attended the same school as the wealthy residents, ensuring they didn't have to leave the mansion premises during their studies.
A few hours later, the bus dropped us near the mansion's location. The main gate was still two miles away, forcing us to walk. Exhausted, we finally reached the gate where my father presented his appointment letter to the guard. After confirming it, the guard allowed us to enter.
The mansion itself was a mile away from the main gate, and the journey had taken a toll on me. Observing my weary face, the guard arranged for an electric vehicle to transport our bags and take us to our destination. I felt relieved that I didn't have to walk any further.
Upon reaching the mansion, a maid welcomed us and escorted us to meet the owner, Mrs. Lanson. Her husband, Mr. Lanson, was a business tycoon, managing a family business with a massive reputation and wealth. Mrs. Lanson, a housewife, enjoyed spending her time attending parties and traveling.
Mom's culinary skills had impressed Mrs. Lanson during our initial interaction, and she immediately offered her a job as the mansion's cook. My father was assigned the role of a gardener.
Mrs. Lanson explained that their shift would begin the next day, and she had arranged a cottage for us within the mansion's vicinity, just inside the main gate.
I felt a mix of excitement and trepidation as we moved into our new home. The cottage boasted a living room, a kitchen, and a bedroom occupied by my parents on the ground floor. The room above the stairs was now mine. The house was grander than our previous home, and I was eager to settle in.
After quickly organizing my cupboard, I freshened up and joined my family for dinner, which had been arranged by the mansion staff due to our recent arrival. Dad mentioned that he would head out in the morning to get groceries.
As the exhaustion caught up with me, I climbed into bed and drifted off to sleep, curious about the adventures and challenges that awaited us in our new life at the mansion.
