Change.

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Is change so hard to ask for? Her parents divorced. Cool, but that wasn't enough. No, Lucy needed something bigger and better.

"I'm moving in with dad for my senior year."

When she told her mother about her big decision Martha Towny argued till she had no more to breathe. Nothing Martha said was going to change the way Lucy felt and finally, she surrendered and gave in to her daughter's demand.

She packed up some of the stuff that she needed and left for the airport. One ticket to Louisville, Mississippi and she was on the plane the next.

Hours passed and she was stepped out the plane and into the embrace of her dad. "Hey dad, you look good." Her father stepped away from her small form blinking back tears.

"I'm glad that you're here, honey. Come on, let's go home." Waiting for her luggage they talked about his job, the new school, and how much he was happy she was here. She watched as others mostly woman stopped to stare at her father. At six foot four with striking blue eyes in contrast to his jet black hair and his slim but muscular body. Yes, her father was very handsome even more so when he smiled.

Driving to her father's home in comfortable silence she gazed out the window. The trees and houses whipped past as they drove down the road to her new home for however long this changed felt good to her.

A few minutes later and they were lugging out her luggage from the trunk. "Welcome home, Lucy." The house was a simple two-story with a wrap-around porch her with a porch swing. The yard was largely covered in grass and flowers.

Going up the stairs he turned around showing a key in his hand, "This is your key to the house. If you forget it just call me, I have extras." Opening the door he pushed the door until it hit the wall bouncing back a little.

"Wow," the inside was a modern home interior.

 "Dad? What do you do for a living again?" Nobody knew what her dad did for work but whatever he did paid him well

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"Dad? What do you do for a living again?" Nobody knew what her dad did for work but whatever he did paid him well.

"I lend a helping hand once in a while. They pay well for my help. Come on, I'll show you your room." Going up the flight of stairs walking past a couple of doors and finally into a room that left me speechless.

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