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The plane landed and slowed down as it slid across the road. The people inside were excited to enter a new land like this, especially the seven members of the "Profeta" family since it's been a long time since they visited this country. The United Arab Emirates: UAE. The parents, Mark and Jazz, hurried their five children out of the rushing plane.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCXVm2AVQzM
"Jana, Jego, Halley, Stelle," Their mother called out, "Hurry up and take your luggage, someone's waiting to pick us up." She hup-ed as she adjusted her arms, carrying the youngest child, their baby brother, Lucas.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGAluhGFTyf
"Oka~ay" The four dutily answered.161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDIksnKChEM
They have been in the Philippines up until now when their parents suddenly decided to take them to the UAE for good so, of course, they'd be new to some things. They had visited the UAE before, but only for a few months. And now, they're back again.
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The automatic doors opened and the seven stepped outside. Immediately, the four siblings were met with a hot wind, slapping them across their faces with a bit of sand mixed in.
"SO HOT!" Halley exclaimed, flipping her hair.
"HOOOOT!" Stelle complained as she walked back inside the door.
"UGH! IT'S HOTTTT!!!" Jana swayed back and forth.
Jego just wiped his sweat away and furrowed his eyebrows.
Meanwhile, their parents and their younger brother who have been living here looked perfectly fine.
"Relax, we'll be home before you know it." Their dad affirmed them.
Inside, Halley and Stelle thought, "Aye, now that we're here... as a family... What are we calling this big guy? Uncle Mark? Dad? Eugh, it sounds wrong."
Jego and Jana looked up at Jazzel's face, "So... Lucas' mother is now also our mother. Uhm... Mom? Naaahh, it sounds wrong."
"Ah well," they all thought, "it doesn't really matter, I want to sleep."
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