The Foxmaid

We're moving again. The house is in a complete mess.I never understand mum and dad on moving days. It's not like we have a lot of things to pack,we don't move all our stuff. We only take our clothes,shoes and some other things that Dad and Mum deem necessary. All furniture are left, not even the refrigerator or the dishwasher that mum likes so much is going to be taken yet every time we move,mum and dad always run helter-skelter checking and cross-checking if they had packed everything that was supposed to be packed. I totally love everything about moving days. Mum won't scold me for curling up in a corner in my room reading a book for hours. She and Dad are too preoccupied to notice me. The only part of moving days I hate is annoying Anderson calling out my name angrily. Next,he would storm into my room and start lecturing me about how I needed to stop reading the dumb book I was reading and not delay Mum and Dad. I can almost see his hilarious face when he tries hard to hold his anger. He never yells. He thinks he's cool and all that,hmph. Next,I'll start laughing hysterically and he'll storm off and tell on me to Mum and Dad. Then, Mum and Dad would sound all apologetic assuming I was having a hard time because I didn't want to leave. They would get emotional and oh, I don't even want to think about it. It's like everyone has been programmed like robots on moving days, Anderson is always angry, Mum and Dad, emotional. In my opinion, they're the ones reluctant to leave. And I was always enjoying making Anderson irritated. Oh yes, that was it, Anderson with his usual line.He is at my door already. I look up from the book I'm reading. "Baby", he calls out. Then,he goes on and on about my being turtlish (if there's anything like that,I'm sure it's one of his made up words) and tells me to speed up and not end up delaying Mum and Dad. The face he makes while trying to suppress his anger is hilarious. I can't help laughing hysterically. He grows more furious but he doesn't storm off immediately. I quiet down and stand up. He leaves wearing a big frown. I laugh some more but this time it's a muffled laughter. I try to pack a little faster. More haste less speed. I give up and pack at my own pace. I'm finally done. I take a quick glance around the room and head downstairs. Mum,Dad and Anderson are already there waiting for me. Mum flashes a cute smile,Dad gives me a reassuring look and Anderson looks away. It surely wouldn't hurt to fake a smile. Does he have to act cranky all the time? Dad is at the steering wheel, Mum is sitting up front with him, I and Anderson are seated at the back seat. My mind drifts away to past events. Soon, I start sleeping. My name is Baby Woods. Since I turned 5,I never introduce myself using my real name. I always do as Stephanie. Steve Anderson, my once upon a time best friend gave me that name. Steve still call me Baby though. He's family. Only my family knows my real name;Mum,Dad and Anderson. Mum's name is Evelyn, Dad's name is Fox Woods and I'm their little Baby Woods.