Most of the events (including the historical events) and people in this story are fiction. But God is real and he speaks to prophets today. This story may be fictional but my testimony of Christ is in these words. To learn more about my faith and the faith in this story please visit mormon.org.
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I took one final look around my house. I touched the banister and the walls and thought of the wonderful memories that I had of this place. My dog, Hollie, looked up at me her brown eyes full of curiosity as she could sense something was wrong but couldn't exactly tell what. "C'mon, Hollie," I said and I opened my front door for the last time.
Waiting outside was the staff that I had to let go. This was each their last day. I hugged the house keeper, Mrs. Perry first, she was the eldest and had been working for us since my dad was just a kid. "Are you going to be okay?" she asked, running her hand through my hair. She had a concerned-motherly expression on her face.
"Yeah, I'm going to be just fine," I said. "I'm going to miss you though. Enjoy retirement."
"Be good," she said kissing the side of my head.
Next I went in for a hug with our maid, Lori. Tears streamed down her face. "I can't believe this is it," she said squeezing me tightly.
"Neither can I," I said. "Tell your kids I said good-bye. I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too," she said.
The next was Andy. Before I could give him a hug he held out his hand for a hand-shake. I shook it but before I finished he pulled me in for a hug. He didn't say anything but he smiled at me.
"Miss Hester," I heard Mr. Jenkins say. He opened the door to my white Toyota Corolla and gestured for me to get in. I let Hollie get in first and then I sat in the drivers seat. "I wish you the best of luck," he told me.
"You too," I said. He closed the door and I started the ignition ready to make the long journey to Oklahoma.
