Critical Thinking Creative Writing

November 6, 1998. Already Friday and the only thought that comes thru my mind is “two days left”. Most days I would look forward to the weekend, but not today. I am being taken away from the place I have called home for the last 13 years of my life, to live once again with mom and dad.
I don’t know them anymore; I don’t even remember how they look. I go through my memories from the days before they left, trying to picture them in any form, but there is nothing to see, even words are beginning to sound confusing. The thought of seeing them again brings me joy, but a feeling of uncertainty; maybe even fear has been present ever since the day they told us they wanted us to come to NYC. For the last seven years grandma has taken care of

If I stay awake; I might slow down time, but is useless. I am trying to slow down something that will eventually happen.

I open my eyes, and the only thought that comes thru my mind is “one day left”. What do I do today? Some family and friends will surely be coming over to say good bye.
Last breakfast, last lunch and last laughs with grandma. Another day is simply gone in a something that felt like a fraction of a second. We sit in the table for the last dinner in this house; she tell us that she will miss us, but again, the same way my parents thought that leaving us many years ago was the best decision they could have made, this decision to take us there now is the best for our future.

Four medium size luggages lined up by the large front door, two yellow cabs standing in the drive way with their lights on. 03:00 am, it is time to head to the airport, I tried to have a few hours of sleep, but it was hopeless. I just managed to go through memories of the last seven years.
Grandma gets in the first taxi with my sister and younger brother, my older brother and I get in the other. Although, the airport is like 30 minutes away, we get there in a