What is supposed to be a normal, as normal as Gravity Falls could get, housesitting job turns into something different and complicated when Dipper stumbles across the one person he didn't think he would or want to see, ever. I own nothing but the plot! This is my first ever Gravity Falls fan fiction.
Tweet It My husband and I sat at our undersized dining room table across from an escrow agent in a mismatched room ragged at the corners from being both over a hundred years old and a rental home for thirty.
The rhythm of my heart beat distracted my mind from paying attention.
I went through the entire process kicking and screaming. As I cast empty signature after another, my dinner fought to stay in my stomach. I was falling apart at the seams.
I told myself I was being dramatic and constructing disastrous scenarios out of past memories. I was thinking the worst.
Signing the papers meant that the house big enough for my parents and brother to live in with us would be ours.
Exactly a year ago to the day I had received a call from mom that temporally brought me back into their family years after I jumped ship. That particular moment is one of those memories that if I close my eyes and focus just enough, every sight and smell can be played back exactly the way it happened.
My husband and I were playing Magic the Gathering, the kids who were two under three at the time had just finally fallen asleep. Sally, our golden retriever, as a puppy, was asleep by my feet. The moment was peaceful; we had just gotten into a stride where every day ran a little smoother.
During the third round of the game, my phone rang. My phone buzzed, indicating a voicemail and I went back to playing cards with my husband. Not even five minutes later the phone rang again. I finally checked it after the fourth call.
It was my mother. I sighed and told my husband who it was. The messages were pieces of a cracked voice, but all the words were indecipherable.
After a glass of wine and a few stubborn moments later I called her back. All of my procrastinating and unwillingness to talk to her slapped me in the face the moment she said dad had a stroke; he was convulsing on the floor, and an ambulance was bringing him to the hospital.
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