It is not that bad. Thought Robin as she laid in her bed. A year is just about 52 weeks. It is just for 52 weeks. I can do it. She sighed and got up. This is her last day of freedom and moving day. Girls promised to come and help her but first, she needed to shower and wake up.
There were few sets of hands knocking on her door just as Robin finished with drying her hair. She unlocked the door and Iris, Blair and Hope jumped on her. “Look at my best friend, moving into a different house to fight against nature’s rules,” Iris said as she moved around the limited space of Robin’s room. They chuckled and Hope forced them to focus on the matter at hand.
“So, Iris got her car in the back, and we got Blair and Robin as muscles of carrying boxes. I will organize and label the boxes.” Ho
