it was a nice day in Singapore, it was hot like usual, when my parents decided to move to Denmark, i was told that it was because my sister and i were about to have some major exams,
i cried when i heard this news, i didn't want to move, i had friends, i had family here.
i was only eight years old, we planned to move just 3 weeks after we were informed.
on the last day of school i cried a lot on the bus, everyone in the bus was looking at me,
but i didn't notice i was too sad to notice, when i got off the bus my mom was waiting for me, she saw me crying she knew why...
on September 29 2014 we left Singapore to go to Denmark, me, my dad and my sister were all sad to leave Singapore a place that we have called home for a long time, my mother was happy because Denmark was her home.
we have visited Denmark a few times before for holidays, roughly every three years, so i knew what the weather was going to be like, 5 degrees Celsius, much colder than Singapore's 30°
when we landed we took a train to this town called Grenå, we stayed at my grandmothers house when we got there, i asked my mom when i was going to school, she said we were going to go to school in two weeks.
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Non-Fictioni actually made a drawing like the one you see on the story profile thing my explanation behind it was that the broken heart, ripped out the red, leaving me dark
