"Lily, I can't loose you I already lost my dad" Emily cried into my shoulder, "When do you leave" she looked at me with a glimpse of hope, "tomorrow" I stuttered whilst speaking, she noded and wiped her eye, making her mascara smudge across her pale face, I held her arms, "I won't be far away, only a call!" She smiled weakly before hugging me, "I will call you tomorrow morning" she noded and I walked off into the town.
I felt my phone vibrate, I opened it and saw my mom had left me a text, I opened it:
Lily, I'm sorry, please come home me and your father are worried sick.
I ignored it putting my phone on silent, it was a cold day for October, I wandered into the park and took a seat on the old swing in the old play park, I looked around remembering endless memories of times when I came here as a child, the way my dad would spin me around on the roundabout, and the tree we would sit under in the summer when we had a picnic, soon all those memories will be gone, faded away like everything else in England. I felt a tear fall down my cheek and fall on my blue skirt. 'Why can't I stay it's not fair' I kept repeating it over my mind whilst walking home.
The removal van had gone by the time I had got home, and it was dark outside the crisp cold air was making me cold , I unlocked the door and my dad rushed over and hugged me, "Honey, where have you been? It's been hour's" he looked at me " your not hurt are you?" He let go of my arm "no" he gave a weak smile "honey I'm sorry I wish we didn't have to move, Mia doesn't want to go either"
Okay, so Mia is my 14 year old sister, she gets all the attention of my mom, she thinks she's perfect, my family are dancers, but I'm not like that I don't wear dresses, I wear jeans and tops. Not high heels and short shirts. My dad is the only one who gets me, he understands me better than everyone else. But he's sick he was diagnosed with cancer a few years ago, but that didn't stop him, the doctor said he should stop work, because it will worsen his health. But my dad hasn't stopped and doesn't plan on either, he can't do everything and is beginning to get worse. It makes me sad knowing my only relatable family member won't be here in a few years.
"Honey go and pack we leave at 8 tomorrow morning" my dad sounded stern, I noded and went upstairs to pack.