On Friday mornings, I discovered the reason for the bad feeling. I decided to go home, and there, my mother said:
-Honey, I’m glad I came, we’ll change!
At the time I saw my “life” pass before my eyes (again) and falls to the ground (because the couch was no longer there) and had a panic attack. Because although I was who he was she was my mother, and I still’m thirteen! I asked:
-Where?
-For Brazil in a place called Pillar!
-Ok … Who found this place and as we go from here?
-Good … Your father found the place, you’re American and Brazilian, your father and I are from Brazil, and we’ll cansanda because I’m cold here. His brothers we are not bothered they want to go! And whether or not you go along.
I helped her to arrange things after I went to the boys, meeting everybody the same, and told the horrible news. They almost, almost had a schtick. My last night with all, none of us could sleep!
On Saturday, we moved, I tried not to see how long it took us, so we just me and my parents were awake, the night and we ran half the day arranging everything. ‘Reptiles, my mother had already thought of everything she had already enrolled in a school, and bought everything.
The worst is still to come!
