The alarm range, it's 8 o'clock and the sosala family has concluded there packing, ready to leave to a new town. As they drive off, five year old Grace, sitted at the back sits of an Hilux, White in colour, turned to face back, staring at their beautiful house, her favorite tree house just behind the house, her friends both at home and at school, tears form up in her eyes. She couldn't stop staring until the house could seen no more.
Five hours later Grace woke up at a sight of a billboard, written "welcome to Livingstone." As the car driver further into the city, Grace couldn't believe the beauty it holds. Beautiful people sounds it, to her it is the land of honey and milk, but what she doesn't know is that, behind the beauty, are thorns and all evil.
" Wow! This is amazing!" She shouted at a site of the falling waters from the Victoria falls, as they pass by the bridge. Both her mum and dad sigh in relief, knowing that she likes the new City.
In 30 minutes, the sosala family her offloading their luggages, they are home at last. It's an upstair house, four bedroomed, self contained, in a wall fence, with a gate that reveals the out side, painted in white as the house. Grace was just nervous to check her room, to compare it with the one she left behind. To her surprise, it was twice her old room, decorated in pink with bed covers labelled with her favorite cartoon character, frozen, Elsa. That really amused her such that she run to embrace her parents with forehead pecks.
It's early morning