Tomorrow will be the day I will leave my house and go live with my aunt Emma. Ever since my parents died, I lived by myself.
These years, even though she lived in a faraway place, she always phoned me and sent gifts to me. I was always thankful about how she's very generous to me.
The ringing sound of the telephone interrupted my thoughts. I checked the caller ID. Oh, it's Emma. I clicked on "accept"
"Jenny, when does your plane arrive tomorrow? I will tell someone to come greet you when you arrive." her voice was so welcoming, and she still liked to call me Jenny. This reminded me of my mom calling me Jenny when I was younger. Tears started swelling in my eyes.
"Probably 6 o'clock in the afternoon? I can do it myself. You don't need to bother picking me up." I wiped my tears using the back of my hand and replied.
"No you are not going by yourself! I will be worried about you. Also, you don't need to bring a lot of things, I already prepared quite a few things for you." Emily reminded me.
"Okay okay. Bye!" I hung up the phone.
That night, I couldn't sleep, thinking that the next day I will be in a brand new environment.
Today, I said goodbye to my neighbors. I felt really sad because they have been my neighbors for a long time.
These years, thanks to these neighbors, I recovered from the pain of the loss of my parents. I felt glad to have them support me.
Mom, dad, I will be leaving soon. I will miss you guys.... while thinking, I fell asleep.
A/N: Ah...such a depressing beginning. I have no idea what would happen next still..
Apple pie and chocolate cake,
Jessica ~
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