So this is it, I'm leaving London for good. After all the good and bad memories my mother and I had. Honestly I want to leave this place. After the death of my father, everything is just different. The atmosphere is always gloomy and dull in our eyes. My mom decided it was best for us to leave London and move to California.
Here I am taking the last glance at my bedroom. The room I spent most of my life in. A tear fell from my eye but I wiped it away quickly. I didn't want my mum to see me like this. I closed my bedroom door and made my way downstairs to help my mom put the suitcases in the taxi.
"So are you ready?" My mum asked. She is probably as nervous as i am.
"Yes, this should be good for the both of us."
She took a deep breath and entered the taxi, and I did the same shortly after. I took the last look at the neighborhood I grew up in before I put my earphones in my ears and played the song Jar of Hearts and closed my eyes.
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