• Karen buried her head inside her purple velvet pillow. More tears come, and she sniffed. She missed, Jacob, and she wanted him back with her from his buisness trip. She heard the door-knob fiddle itself, and then the sound of approaching foot-steps.
    She sat up, wiping her eyes, and turned to stare at her son, Maximillion's, brown, curly, and un-kept head.
    "Mommy, i'm hungry. What are we gonna eat for supper?" he asked inside his girly like voice that almost all boys have when they young.
    Karen smiled softly, her eyes red and puffy for crying 3 hours straight. "We're having. . . McDonalds. Go get dressed and tell your sister to as well."
    Maximillion's face lit up into a smile, his dimples showing automatically from that, and raced out of Karen's room, leaving her on her king-sized bed.
    She buried her head inside her tanned hands, her brown eyes closing for a rest, and a long sigh coming from her. She let another tear out on an accident, quickly wiping it away.
    She stood up from her bed, and looked around at the golden walls of her room. She ran her hands along her purple velvet bed, and then leaned againest the dark brown wood of her bed. She gazed at the golden canpoy over the bed, smiling slightly as she had memories about Jacob, and herself.
    I hate his job, making him go on a long buisness trip like this. I don't know what to do anymore. . . Its like trying to make a flute out of cell-phone.
    Karen looked at her watch, reading the time. It was 12:04 p.m. and that meant they stopped serving breakfast. She heard arguing going on inside the children's room, and then heard them quiet down, but to only start back up again.
    She smiled slightly, and went towards her large closet. It was about 13 yards wide, and almost ten yards long. It was almost large enough to sleep in, and she let out a small laugh from another memory

    She remembered the kids first tornado inside Oklahoma, and so she got matresses and blankets, and placed them inside the closet. There was only room for two, so the kids either slept on the beige carpet floor seperatly or together on the matress.
    Jacob and herself slept on the matress together, and the kids decided to sleep on the other matress together. And when the kids fell asleep, Jacob and her were laughing silently and talking, sharing dirty jokes to pass the time until they fell asleep on the matress.

    Karen grabbed a polka dot shirt, and some dark blue jeans to match the black and white polka dot shirt. She grabbed some black flip-flops with a wedge at the end, and called for her children.
    Samantha rushed in, her sea blue eyes matching her aqua colored shirt with a pretty skirt with sparkles on it. It made Samantha's eyes stand out, and seem to shock you on how much she looked like her father.
    Shortly, after her daughter rushed in, Maximillion came in as well inside a white tee-shirt that said "Lagoona Beach" and some blue shorts with small tears.
    She laughed, laughed because it was winter inside Oklahoma and they still wanted to be inside short things like that. They stared at her as if she just turned into a chicken, and giggled silently.
    "Okay you two, put on your jackets," she told them, grabbing the keys to the mini van, and walking towards the garage.
    Almost as if on time, they arrived as she was turning the knob to the garage door. She smiled, ruffled Maxmillion's brown, curly, hair. Her eyes wavered over his brown, almost black, eyes and then she stared at Samantha's golden locks and her sea blue eyes. She chuckled, turned the knob, and stepped into the oil-smelling garage.
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    "Mama! Guess what?!" Samantha exclaimed excitedly, kicking her long legs inside the seat that she usually did when she was excited or happy.
    "What?" Karen replied, watching as Maximillion climbed on the palyground of McDonald's.
    "I'm turning seven in three more days!" she squealed happily, smiling like a fool.
    "Ha ha, did you know that your brother is also turning eight in six more days?" she asked Samantha.
    Samantha shook her head, and then narrowed her blue eyes, "So? i'm turning seven, and thats a specialer number than stupid eight."
    Karen chuckled, and nudged her daughter, "Go play on the playground, have some fun. Do something besides eat and talk to me."
    Samantha hesitated, smiled, stuck out her tounge, and trotted off towards the playground.
    She laughed, and watched the two, thinking about her boyfriend, Jacob, as she did so.
    I hope he's okay. . .