<span>Mother’s
decision was final. “We have to leave as soon as you finish the final test.” “But,
Mom…” were the only words, I and my brother were able to say. Right there and
then, we saw her book our plane tickets; call the cleaning maid to help her
pack our stuff and leave some which would be donated to charity and to the maid’s
children.</span>
We tried to
keep our departure secret but our classmates noticed our lack of enthusiasm
when they discussed about the end of school parties and outings. The feeling of
parting overwhelmed us. We had no choice but to leave. My Mom would be assigned
to our home country as the head of office. We had to be where she was.
Luckily, I and
my brother were allowed to join the swimming party on the last day of the exam
day. We went home very tired and were off to the airport after a few hours of
sleep. We barely had enough time to recall the other day’s event when we landed
and met our cousins for the first time after six years. We were awkward at
first but when we began talking about where we used to hang out and enjoyed the
local food, we felt more at ease.
The next few
days were spent touring our favorite places in our home town such as the old
church, our grandma’s huge house, the biggest mall in the place. We sang,
danced and ate a lot. Just then, I realized, “We’re finally home!”
<span>Elie states that, "Physically, he was as awkward as a clown. His waiflike shyness made people smile. As for me, I liked his wide, dreamy eyes, gaz-ing off into the distance." I think it is ironic that the person villagers regarded as a comic figure, of no consequence, should be the messanger of their fate.
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