23

"Only one word; beautiful. This is beautiful," I whispered, my voice barely leaving my lips as I took in the sight in front of me, where I would be living for the duration of my stay at the mansion.

"So, you like it?" Mrs. Jenson asked and I could almost hear the hesitation and nervousness in her voice. It almost made me want to cry seeing the old lady nervous and anxious to know if I liked it or not.

I shook my head at her. "I don't like it, I love it," I corrected, beaming at her, "Mom," I added. I love how the word sounded when I spoke it. I miss my mom.

Mrs. Jenson surprised me by stepping towards me and taking me in a tight hug.