Consequences of change (completed)

Chapter 2

The air is dry . It's weird I'm not used to to this dry feeling . I suppose this is a change I could get use to because I hate the wet Feeling I always have in London . It's cold and miserable but here it's dry , sunny and happy . But I can tell I won't like it for long

We walk through the airport in search for baggage claim . We get our bags and leave . Our taxi is waiting for us outside to take us to the hell hole called the hotel . The taxi driver looks like he runs an underground dog fight club but I was always taught not to Judge a book by its cover . He has a scar just under his eye and yellow teeth. My mom is oblivious to the glare the man is sending her and continues to blabber on about God knows what . I avoid speaking to him and just get in the car .

My sister is running around chasing a butterfly ... Cliche I know ... The taxi driver has a heavy South African accent and I can only understand bits and pieces .
" hotel ? I take you?" My mother answers with a vigorous nod. I'm surprised her head didn't fall off . She finally notices my sister running to the road and shrieks before running after her .
" Leah why weren't You watching your sister ?! " she yelled at me . Of coarse I'm to blame .
"I didn't know she was running to the road mom " I say quietly so I don't draw attention to my self .

Every one here are buzzing around and I can't tell if they are happy or panicking . I love to quietly observe people when they interact with their family . It gives me an idea of what normal should look like . I know everyone says normal is boring but for someone who is boring normal is perfect .

I notice a child not more than 3 on the back of her mother I presume . She's held in place by just a towel . This is so strange but must be normal for people who live here . I look into the child's eyes and see hope and aspiration , it's enlightening but when I look into the mother I see sorrow , loss and pain . Only then do I realize they are holing a sign that is asking for money . It's heartbreaking for me to see this and before I know it I'm out the car and walking towards the family with my wallet out . I pull out all my money and hand it to the lady . She gives me a toothless grin and I know she's grateful
" God bless you child " I smile at the lady and walk back to the car with a feeling of happiness

That feeling soon disappears when I realize  I have to get in the car with the scary man and my annoyingly cheerful family