It was a bright and sunny outside and I wasn't happy about the weather. A bit of sweat tickled down my back while I struggled with carrying the already sealed boxes of my belongings down the stairs and out front. I dumped it at the hoot of my dad's jeep and heaved a sigh of relief. That was my last box. My room was currently empty.
I'd been carrying boxes from my room down to the car all morning and my butt ached from bending over too much. My mother laughed at me.
"You sure you're okay there, honey? You look like you're about to puke or something."
"Stay away." I growled and my mum laughed harder. Just then, Giwa ran out front sticking his tongue out at me.
"You're such a lazy banana. You carried just three boxes."
"No I didn't." I cried out in defense, scowling at the little munchkin. Okay maybe I did carry just three boxes but they were all so heavy!
"Come on Giwa. Stop picking on your sister and go get ready. We need to leave in time so we get there early." She spanked his butt lightly and winked at me. He wrenched his tiny nose and walked up the stairs into the house. I silently thanked my mum for shutting him up or he'd have been at it all day, arguing about how weak I was for carrying three boxes and complaining about them.
I dragged myself into the house along with them, had my bath and changed into loose fitting joggers and a big T shirt. I wasn't much of a fashionista but I liked to look good and comfortable at the same time. Checking if I'd left anything behind in my room, I closed the door and my fingers lingered on the door nob for some minutes. My finger tips felt for the familiar wooden contour on its edges and I could feel my eyes getting wet already. I would miss it here.
I snapped out of it and jogged down the stairs to the front. "Mum, I'm done!" I yelled.
"Wait with your dad out front. Giwa would soon be done with his cereal. We'd be out in a minute."
I grunted. That munchkin.
My dad was running the car's engine and it sounded healthy enough. His arms flexed as he switched the ignition on and off, vamping the engine to life. His brown eyes flickered to mine.
" You ready?" He asked, his face seeming pitiful. I shifted my foot to the other.
"Stop looking at me like that."
"Like how?" He chuckled.
"Like I'm going to cry any moment cause we're moving yet again."
"Well I wouldn't be surprised if you did but yes, I know how hard this is for you. Believe me I know, and if it were in my hands, I'd have quit or something. But you know I can't."
I smirked. "Well you could.." I laughed outrightly. "I'm just joking! I understand what you mean."
My mum approached us with Giwa in hand. The side of his mouth had milk dried up in an S shape and he reached to scratch it off.
"Are we all set?" My dad asked, slipping into the driver's seat. My mum got into the front seat and I got into the back seat alongside Giwa. We all said a word of prayer before my Dad drove the jeep into the road, officially starting our journey to the Southwestern state.