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EPOV

I walked through the house, avoiding the still unpacked boxes.

"Dad! Where are my jeans?" I yelled loud enough to reach wherever my father was. This morning I had opened a box that was labelled 'Edward's clothes' but was filled with my mother's clothes. The box next to it was filled with pots and pans despite having the same label.

In my house this isn't unusual. My father's boxes were most likely full of my Dad's clothes. In fact we had all gotten used to it by now.

"I don't know you'll have to wear something else. I have to go but I'll be back at 5. The nurse should arrive soon." I heard my father's voice yell back at me.

I sighed and turned to make my way back upstairs.

"Edward, what are you doing we have to move soon and you aren't even dressed!" My Mother's voice called from behind me. I turned to see her wearing her favourite green evening dress. She always wore it if we didn't choose clothes for her.

I wrapped my arms around her and repeated the same thing I had told her half an hour ago. "It's okay Mum, we aren't moving for another week." She returned my hug and I felt her nod.

When I let go of her she stood back from me a bit before looking down at what she was wearing. "Why am I in this?" She looked back at me confused.

I didn't answer her question I just took her hand and lead her to her room where I saw the clothes my father had laid out on their bed. "How about you put those clothes on for me?" I said before sitting on the end of her bed, turning my back to her.

It wasn't that my mother needed constant supervision; I just wanted to make sure she got into the more comfortable clothes Carlisle had picked out. When she had finished I placed her dress back in the cupboard.

I took her to the kitchen and poured her some cereal for her to eat. She had just started eating when the doorbell rang. Esme started to get up but I told her to continue eating and walked to answer the door.

Standing at the door was a tall woman with blonde hair. She stuck out her hand and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Rosalie Hale. I'm here to look after your mother."

"Edward. " I replied shaking her hand then stepping aside to let her in. "Sorry about the pyjamas." I added, remembering my state of dress. "It can get a bit hectic around here."

"Don't worry about it." she replied with a smile. I could tell my mother was going to like her. "Do you mind if you fill me in on her history? I like to hear it from the family." She said as we walked toward the kitchen.

"Sure." I replied. "18 months ago my mother, Esme, started showing signs of confusion. It slowly developed into her forgetting things my mother would never forget. First it was my birthday, then her and my father's anniversary. Eventually my father recognised her symptoms and took her to a colleague of his, who diagnosed her with dementia." We were nearing the kitchen, so I stopped and turned to Rosalie. "She is very repetitive and with the change she will talk about moving a lot. If it comes up, just tell her weren't moving for another week. It relaxes her; the last thing we need is her stressing out. Another thing, if she puts on her green dress, just let her wear it until she realises that she is wearing it. She will put it on frequently. We tried hiding it so she wouldn't wear it, but she tore up the house looking for it."

Rosalie just nodded her head before asking, "Does she have any emotional outbursts? It just helps if I'm prepared."

I took a deep breath before answering, it was the hardest part of my mother's condition. "She has moments were she remembers that she has the condition, she will cry and apologise a lot. It is just a matter of waiting until the moment passes."

Once again Rosalie nodded, before following me into the kitchen. I made the introductions, being honest with my mother and telling her Rosalie had come to help look after her. I left them in the kitchen to get to know one another so I could change for school. As I walked out into the hallway, I bumped into my brother, Emmett. I was about to keep moving, hoping to avoid whatever smart ass comment Emmett was about to make, but he grabbed my arm.

"Who's the babe?" He asked, staring into the kitchen.

I should have expected this.

"Mum's nurse. Her name is Rosalie." I replied, waiting for my arm to be released.

"A nurse you say, well I have always had a thing for nurses. Especially one's with an ass like..." He continued to speak, I just stopped listening. He had let go of my arm, so I continued on my way to my room.

I love my big brother, don't get me wrong. He was just a bit too much it handle this early in the morning. Knowing him after I stopped listening, he probably started talking about the many fantasies currently passing through that small brain of his. But I would put up with all of that, because I wanted him here. It was a big help to have him here to help with Mum instead of having him living on the campus of his college. It was a big thing for him to drive to Seattle most days.

It was having him here that meant she didn't have to live in a specialist clinic. Dad's colleagues had strong words to tell him before we left. They all thought we were crazy not to put in a place where she could be taken care of. Dad had a bit of a strong response to that. It was something along the lines of "She is my wife, I can look after her. Mind your own fucking business." Now for most you would expect a reaction like that, but Carlisle never swore.

I knew they had thoughts about us moving, but they kept that to themselves. They weren't the only ones to criticise our move, but we had good intentions. We loved our mother; we wouldn't put her through the confusion without a reason.

Dr. Loc.

He was the reason for our move. His clinic was just half an hour away. He is a brain surgeon who is trialling a new medication that has had great success with other dementia patients. Carlisle had done his research and it all seemed promising.

I finished dressing and walked downstairs to say good bye to my mother. She was in fit of laughter when I reached the kitchen, where she was washing her bowl and spoon. I slipped Rosalie a piece of paper that had Esme's medication and times written on it, along with the hiding place of the lockbox containing the meds and the combination needed to open it, before giving my mother a kiss good bye, reminding her that I was just going to school and I was coming back, that I wasn't leaving her forever. At that she smiled and gave me a hug. I walked through the house to the door that led to the garage. I got into my beloved silver Volvo and drove to Forks high school.

Well hi!

Umm... so this is the first chapter and I promise you that in the chapters I have written they are much longer.

I will update every Wednesday, unless I am too unwell to, and I must say that is likely to happen at one stage or another! What can I say, chronic pain is a bitch!

For the next few updates I will be updating two chapters each time and that is because each alternate chapter is very short, I mean very! It won't stay like that though, so it is only temporary!

Enough from me, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, although there was not much action or anything to interesting going on, but that will change!

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