Spencer walked into the two story house; it seemed so empty compared to the Carlin family residence. There was always someone around, Glen…Madison…Kyla…Arthur….Clay…Ashley, but there was only Ben and Paula here. She followed her mom up the stairs and down the hall to the last door, the room was bare except a bed, dresser and desk and a few picture frames here and there.

“Where’s the toys?” she asked setting one of her suit cases down and glancing around the room.

“We don’t have any right now, but I’m sure your father packed some. Now put your things away while I start dinner.” Paula skipped out of the room and down the stairs.

Spencer took a deep breath in and out while her blue eyes roamed from corner to corner. Slowly she opened her suitcases and threw the clothes in the dresser, forgetting to fold them. Soon she was distracted by one of Glen’s game boys he let her play with, she flipped it on and started playing.

Two hours later Paula finished the pasta and went back up stairs to get her daughter who was still playing the game boy when she walked in, “Spencer didn’t I tell you to put your things away?”

“I did, see…” the girl carefully put the game boy down and showed her mom the half closed drawers of the dresser.

“What I see is a mess, those clothes aren’t put away properly and the drawers are sticking out.”

“But I….I tried,” Spencer stuttered.

“No you didn’t, now I want you to do it again but this time fold them and have those drawers shut understand?” Paula glared at her daughter, tears falling down her cheeks. Her lip trembling she could only manage a nod, “Good…I’ll be back up here in a while to check on you. If it’s not done correctly than you’ll go to bed with out dinner.”

Spencer wiped the tears off her face with her sleeve as she pulled the clothes back out of the dresser. Her hands fumbling with each item as she tried to imitate the way she’s seen her father fold laundry, but the more she tried to do good the worse each item got. Frustration growing inside her, she wanted to please her mom so bad, wanted to be good and have a clean room. Chewing her bottom lip with passion as she scrambled to put all her things away neatly, soon she had the dresser drawers shut and her security blanket half heartedly folded at the end of her bed than she threw the suitcases into the closet.