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LydiaLydiaLydia stands in the front doorway, watching the U-Haul pull up outside. “Never thought I’d see the day,” she says to Rocky, who sits anxiously beside her, sensing change in the air.
“What can I do to help?” she calls to Aimee, as she shuts off the engine.
“Mom, seriously, your back! Every single one of these boxes surpasses the weight limit the doctor gave you for lifting.”
Lydia snickers. “Every single one of the kids at Unity who love my piggyback rides does too.”
Aimee rolls her eyes, and cuts open a large box toward the back of the truck. “Here” she says, handing her mom an enormous, but bearable, pile of clothes. “If you can just stick these on the bed, I’ll arrange them later.”
“Thank you,” she yells at Lydia who struggles to see over the pile as she mak
