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Elleanor Pov
At each meeting there must be adieu, on the other hand I think it's true.
I'm 18, last week. and the worst prize for me is to return to Holmes Chapel. Although i know Mom will not go with me because in a town that my father died. Secretly he still had a pang of sadness in his heart.
I would stay there for a few days and had no plans to settle there.
Maybe I looked at the snowflakes in the window Drives Mom would longed for the coming year. Classical music playing in the car my mother. Classical music is good for farewell, Mom suggested.
I'll miss Seattle. I will miss the snow with a peaceful atmosphere at Christmas. And of course with my family.
I think.
I carried the suitcase quite heavy after refusing help from Tommy, before actually saying goodbye to Mom and my brother Tom who is only about 3 years younger than me.
"Honey ..." Mom spontaneously hugged me very tightly. I think a very deep concern. He then switched to cup my face, then kissed my forehead briefly.
"Take care of Mom" I smile as much as possible in order to cover the lie that says that I want to go back to Holmes Chapel.
Furthermore, Tommy. He hugged briefly and awkwardly. I let go of the arms and ruffled his hair. Ahh ... I'll miss my sister is one of them.
"Hey dude, I'm not a child anymore" Tommy moaned while fixing the position of the hair. He was 15, and I thought he was immature.
"I'll miss u bro"
"Miss u too" I smiled and put an end to shape our dramatic farewell. Our farewell release marked with expired after the notification sound on the plane is leaving soon.
"Be good to Aunt Natalie" Mom cried when I've actually gone. I'm just a thumbs-up.
Next is the air travel already guessed would be very tiring. Bye all contents Seattle, Bye Mom and Tommy.
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In the area east Cheshire districts that reached mid-stream there is a small city dane, Holmes Chapel.
My feelings were mixed when it arrived in London after a very long air journey, although I only heard the song when it's busy. Aunt Natalie stood there with a scarf and her fashionable style because he is a designer, maybe he can teach me how to change my appearance is very casual.
She was my mother's sister, maybe just adrift two years. And I'm going to my mother consider she of 1 year ahead.
Hand there is a cardboard that read "Welcome Elleanor" I roll my eyes. "Wow Aunt, only Elle. Do not call me Elleanor" I complained. Somehow I do not like calling in Elleanor, Elle might be simpler for me.
"Upps Sorry. I thought it was a greeting to a good meeting
Aunt Natalie says
"By the way, you're great and Beautiful. I think you short waist used to be" Aunt Natalie measures one my height with his hands while laughing.
"Thanks Aunt Natalie, but ... it was when I was 8 years old" As. I remember the last time I met him, 10 years ago. In the same place.
"Upss .... i forget again, and molly already waiting in the house" said Aunt Natalie. Aunt this one has a sense of humor.
Molly is the Persian cat pug treated aunt Natalie a few years ago. "Umm .... okay" Aunt Natalie helped me get my stuff, although cuman bit. But he insisted on helping me.
The journey from London to Holmes Chapel takes approximately 3 hours and a half minutes.
I took time to exchange pleasantries with Aunt Natalie. Just a topic my life in Seattle and of course the news about her and Tom. Next, I just put the earphones and then fell asleep to dreamland.
"Yuhuuu! Holla Holmes Chapel !!!" Aunt Natalie cheered when his car stopped in front of her house and seriously it adds to nervousness.
I got out of the car and haul stuff assisted Aunt Natalie. Aunt Natalie has not changed only yard that is expanding. And also a fireplace that makes her home look harmonious.
Roman-style home is not a building but rather minimalist. Aunt Natalie put my room on the 2nd floor.
1 simple spring bed, study table, wooden wardrobe, bathroom inside and an old computer. I think it's enough for me.
Aunt Natalie left me alone, tidying own stuff. The sunlight reflected through a window in my room made me interested in seeing the situation around.
Immediately i walk myself to the window blinds that are not covered in any of it.
My finger on the window dreamily that exists outside. This window facing the house was quiet, Harry Edward House. My little friend.
This window silent witness of our time 10 years ago, we often peek in this window. Given the past made me miss him. Missed the memory ever created by him.
Moments we played a bike at
Jason Park. When we slipped circus held each year. At the moment we dress strangely when Halloween and say "Trick or Treat" when asking for candy with our neighbors. And the last time we share the warmth together and exchange gifts at Christmas each. And was so stupid we believe that Santa Claus exists.
All memory was slowly erased because the death of my father as chief mysterious. Harry slowly become indifferent and silent to me when I need someone beside me. Sometimes it away from me. Our small memory ended when I moved to Vancouver a month later. My mother was depressed and decided to move rather than continue remember my father who left a mark on Holmes Chaple. I Miss you Harry. Do you still live here? Cleo?
