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they were normal. Until she visited Kylee’s home for the first time
     and watched her mother clean up the spill without beating or yelling at Kylee. Arie
     had flinched and tears came to her eyes when she saw Kylee’s juice spill onto the
     kitchen floor and Mrs. Craig walking into the room at the same time. When Mrs. Craig
     grabbed a washrag and cleaned up the mess without any complaint, Arie knew something
     was terribly wrong with her life. She always knew there was something wrong with
     her home life but didn’t know what it was exactly until that moment.
    “Aww, hush, you know you are like a second daughter to us. I don’t know why you insisted
     on hiring a CNA when your parents died instead of moving in with us. Besides, this
     is our welcoming home gift to you,” Mrs. Craig said to Arie as she leaned forward.
    Mr. and Mrs. Craig had insisted on Arie moving in with them when her parents died.
     They had even helped her plan the funeral, but she had declined their offer and stayed
     at home. Arie had been taking care of herself for so long she didn’t know how to
     let others help her.
    “How can I make this up to you all?” Arie asked as she made her way to the Craig’s
     home through a gate Mr. Craig built into the fence s o they could get to each other’s homes more easily and without having to leave their
     yards. She wasn’t used to letting others help her without giving anything back to
     them in return.
    “You can thank us by not letting your fears stop you from going out into the world
     and following your dreams. Oh, you can also invite us to dinner once you are settled,”
     Mrs. Craig answered.
    “Done,” Arie said as she wrapped Mrs. Craig in a tight hug and kissed her cheek before
     heading back to her home.
    Arie waited at her door until she knew Mrs. Craig was all the way in her home before
     opening up her own door. Good and bad—mostly bad—memories flooded her mind as she
     looked around the living room. She closed her eyes and tried to will away the bad
     memories. She plugged her ears with her fingers when her childhood screams of agony
     penetrated her ears along with the memories. She slid down the door and quickly started
     the breathing exercises her therapist taught her to do when the memories became too
     much.
    She sat there in silence long after the memories subsided and the screams from her
     childhood disappeared, admiring the changes in her home. Reliving those memories
     never became any easier, even after she first experienced them over ten years ago.
     After her parents died, Kylee encouraged her to see a therapist after witnessing one
     of her episodes. The last nine months of the therapy sessions helped a tremendous
     amount, but she still had a long way to go.
    Arie took a huge deep breath and finally stood after she sat in front of the door
     for what felt like a lifetime but was only an hour. She collected herself and made
     her way to the windows in her home, she needed fresh air, since the air in her home
     was hot and extremely stuffy.
    After taking a few moments to collect herself, she looked around her home and noticed
     it looked as though it hadn’t been cleaned since her mother and father were alive.
     Dirty dishes were piled in the kitchen sink. Dirt was piled on every surface of the
     room. Despite all of the dirt and clutter in the room she smiled as she looked on
     at the furniture in each room. Her father had told her since she couldn’t sail anymore with him because her mother thought it was too dangerous since she was blind , he would bring the boat to her . That's when he bought new furniture for the downstairs , and by the looks of it, he had done just that.
    The inside of Arie home looked the same as it did when she was a child the only difference
     was the furniture. Directly in front of the door was an ivory spiral staircase.
     Behind the stairs was an open family/dining room with a long, white sectional couch
     in the shape of a boat.