Goodbye

At The airport- my mum,my lilttle brother and I.

All I remember is getting up early in the morning that day. I had everything new: shoes, clothes, bag and a suitcase. My hair was done too. My brother was around too. He looked handsome. He was excited, I remember. I had no idea of what exactly was going on, but my parents seemed nervous. My mum especially. She kept on walking up and down, it was worrying for me. I did not say much I just did what I was told. We left the house when it was still dark. At around 6am. No other cars were passing by, and it was such a surreal feeling. I felt like my life was going to change. The further I got from my house, the more I realized that there was going to be a new life for me. But how certain was I? I mean what does a 10 year old girl knows about life changes? It was such a stressful passage in my life, and at the same time with the excitement of an innocent heart. Only if I knew what I was about to face.
We finally arrived at the airport. The paper work took a litle while and just like in a flash back, I was crying in my mother's shoulder saying goodbye. Do I remember how my brother was doing at that particular moment? Ofcourse I do. Nothing will ever erase that from my memory. Poor brother of mine was devastated. I cried more because of his pain, my mother's, than  I did to my on. Such mixed emotions left me worring more about my beloved ones: when will I get to see my parents again? who will I call when I need something? and how will I deal with mine and my brother's life from this point?
Questions with no answers but fears and sadness, we left. We said goodbye.