You must be wondering why we decided to move. In fact it was not my decision.
It was my mother's.
She hadn't taken this lightly, not in the least!
She hadn't told me the reason, but I assumed it was because of the break-ins.
Well, in our old house, several times we had been robbed. More precisely, for three years.
We wondered if it was the whole city or just for us.
It was true that, thinking about it, three years was a lot ! See a lot.
What was very strange was that when they had visited us, they had not taken anything.
Yet the weather was not the issue. They had more than two or three hours before them.
It was not where they were going to find a lot of jewelry.
My mom didn't wear a lot, only for special occasions.
As soon as my grandparents heard the horrible news, they called my mother straight away. She was in tears as she picked up because she knew it was going to be hard for her to tell them everything.
- Jade tell us it wasn't him who was in that damn plane please ?!
Tell us it was not our son! They begged, crying the tears from their bodies which also made me cry in pain.
My mother hadn't answered them immediately because she was quietly crying. But a few seconds later she had told them.
- Unfortunately if...
... I was called and told me that he had boarded the plane correctly and that he had not been seen at the airport where he was to land. she declared, suffocating.
She was really not well. Normal it was all the same her husband.
So I continued in his place.
- Good evening, it's Emma. They saw no sign of him, they even looked at the cameras.
I'm sorry Grandpa and Grandma. I say sobbing.
They didn't even answer me.
I thought the phone line was cut.
What if they don't want to see us anymore?
What if they were mad at us because we let him go?
But we didn't know what was going on tomorrow so we couldn't feel guilty.
- Thanks for keeping us posted.
We'll come see you soon.
We must all be together and united to be stronger. they said sadly.
Clack.
One day after a day of school, we came home. The drawers were being pulled aggressively, the bedrooms open, the beds turned over, the closets were broken and it really wasn't a pretty sight.
I had the impression that it was another house but by force we got used to it.
They must have been looking for something, but why with us?
It was not like that we were celebrities and they wanted to take everything from us brands and precious objects.
It was weeks ago.
What we didn't understand was why they hadn't stolen anything? Of course I wasn't complaining about it, but when we broke into strangers' homes and didn't steal anything, it seemed weird to me.
And in addition that week, there was money, valuable jewelry as well as our tablets and computers.
My brother was only seven years old, he was quite terrified to see all this happening in his house.
We then called the police who had come ten minutes later.
My little brother didn't want to be alone so I stayed next to him and we watched TV. During this time, my mother had gone upstairs with the police.
They had told him that they had not found any fingerprints and that since they did not steal anything, they could not try to catch them.
It was so unfair!
An hour later, after the police had left and had nothing to do, my mother went up to her room to do whatever. A few minutes later, as my brother started to fall asleep, I heard my mother come down very quickly and run towards us, telling us out of breath with trembling hands.
- We have to leave. Now ! she exclaimed in fear.
I did not know what to say.
What could I say in any way?
Ever since I was old enough to understand it, my parents had always forbidden me to contradict them, so I couldn't decide for him.
But why did we have to leave now?
What had happened?
Getting robbed had become usual so why today was it going to be any different?
I didn't want to move.
I didn't want to leave all my friends.
I didn't want to change high school.
I didn't want to leave my house.
Even though we were robbed too often, it was my home I had all of my memories.
I had taken my first steps, I had started talking etc.
After my mother told me that I was in terrible pain. I did not go out, I did not go to see anyone and I saw everything differently.
Abby called me every day, she told me I had to go out because otherwise my condition would get worse.
I really didn't want to leave.
My mother knew it, but she told me that we had no choice.
A few days later, I had recovered.
I was enjoying the last days in New York with my friends.
Before saying goodbye, we had the idea of making a memorable memory.
We made an album that everyone kept at home and we watched our best movie with popcorn in our mouths.
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