I put the shorts on, even though Angela denied it, you could tell my bum was puffier than normal. She grabbed the tags to the shorts the wipes, baby powder and opened package of goodnights and headed to the counter. I grabbed the bag with my wet clothes in it and followed her. The cashier gave me a funny look, knowing where the goodnight went and why everything was open. I just blushed and looked away, hoping she wouldn’t say anything. After everything was bagged and paid for we walked back to the car.
“So, how do they feel?” Angela asked me once we were driving again.
“They feel different, bulky, but warm and soft too.”
“So they feel okay?”
“Yeah”
“Let’s just hope they work”
“I sure hope so” I said while looking out the window, I couldn’t afford to have another accident, all of my confidence and pride will be completely destroyed!
20 Minutes later we arrived at my house. I was anxious, yet nervous to go into there, it was my house but why did I feel like I had no right to be there?
“Do you want me to come and help you?”
“It doesn’t matter” The words slipped out of my mouth before I could really think about what I was saying. Did I really want Angela going through my stuff, my personal stuff with me? I went to the kitchen and grabbed 6 garbage bags and went up to my room. Boy was I going to miss it; my purple and pink walls, my closet with my secret hide-away place and all of my furniture.
“Just pack what you need sweet heart, we will go shopping in a few days to redo the guest bedroom in our house.”
I started going through my night stand and my shelf unit, grabbing cosmetics, purses, journals and craft sets that I had bought over the years while Angela went through my closet and drawers and put all my clothes into garbage bags. In less than an hour I had everything packed that I needed to bring with me. I had 2 garbage bags of clothes, one of dirty clothes and shoes and 2 bags of everything else.
“Okay do you have everything that you need?” Angela asked me
“Yeah; do you want me to go make a pot of coffee for you, I’m going to go grab myself a glass of orange juice.”
“Okay, only make 2 or 3 cups worth though, that will be fine, while you do that I’m going to go put these garbage bags into the car.”
I carried down two garbage bags and put them into the front door. Then I went into the kitchen, made the coffee and poured myself some juice. I waited while the coffee finished and Angela poured herself a cup and we went back upstairs.
“I know this is going to be hard, but is there anything that you want of your fathers?”
“Yeah” I said while choking back tears.
I walked into his room and started to cry, it smelled like him, it looked like him, it reminded me of him, and I didn’t like that. In this room was everything my father was into, everything he was and wanted to be, everything that I wanted to be.
I sat on his bed and Angela sat beside me and tried to comfort me. I didn’t really want her too but having her hug me close made me feel a little better. I had to go pee, but I decided I was going to go in the goodnight. I didn’t know what it felt like but sitting there I couldn’t just go, I tried but it wasn’t coming out. Once I was calmed down I got up and went to my dad’s closet. He had a cedar chest in there so I pulled it out and once I had it open instead of sitting I crouched down. While crouching I tried to pee again and it started to come out; once I was done I then sat and it felt mushy. I kind of liked the feeling; it was warm, like a mushy pillow permanently on my bum. I went through the chest; it had all of my dad’s personal belongings; I started to get emotional again so I stopped and closed the lid.