Don’t you just hate the feeling of moving, or the feeling of leaving something behind? Like your friends, town or house? I don’t like that feeling, yet I’ve experienced quite a few times. This is how it all started. So it was a nice, cold day in Millbrae CA. I was in the library with my friends trying not to get as loud as we usually would be, so that we would not get kicked out. Eventually we did. While I was just hanging out, all of a sudden I get a weird phone call from my dad. I answered and it was quiet in the background and then my dad started to talk. He asked me what I was doing and I told him and then out of nowhere my dad said “ Shaina, your mom is at a hospital in Antioch, she had a really bad tummy ache so your uncle took her to the hospital. You need to get ready because I am going to pick you up and we are going to Antioch and we are spend the night there.” My heart was beating faster after he hung up. I was so anxious to go to my mommy. I was worried about her. After about an hour and a half of traveling from Millbrae to Antioch we finally got to the hospital and I finally got to see my mom. So then I asked her what had happened to her and she just told me that it was just a minor stomach ache because of the traveling she has to do from her work since she travels from Millbrae to Antioch every other day and drives back the next day. But at least I was relieved. After I visited her, my dad dropped me off at my cousin’s house in Antioch. A few minutes later, I get another call from my dad saying that we are moving to Antioch in a couple of weeks. My heart died for a second. I was pretty sad about all the things that were going on that I didn’t understand why we had to move, when all along it was just for my mom’s health safety. That moment I really felt bad for being that selfish so I just told my parents that I was okay with us moving when I wasn’t really sure whether I was or not. The next day my dad and I drove back...
Please join StudyMode to read the full document