Tea Cups And Flowers

They were young once. Two little girls sitting in the woods, teacups in their hands. Sara laughed at this, "We never sat in the woods with teacups!" Sara was lying across her sisters bed, watching her pack. Morgan packed with precision, each item expertly folded, and placed in it's pre-planned 'spot'. Sara would have simply grabbed a handful of clothes and thrown it in, she and Morgan had always been different that way. Sara, never looking ahead, always in the moment, while Morgan had to lay things out, plan every detail to the t. And now Morgan was leaving. "I hate change." Sara remarked while wrinkling her nose at Morgan. to be continued later