"I hate saying goodbye to the place where I spent my vacation."
I know the above statement seems not logical or plausible but this is what I feel every time we go home after vacation. My heart feels heavy and sad. Although I may look normal in my outward appearance but deep inside my emotions are gloomy. Even my mom and dad who know me all my life can't even tell the difference just by looking at me.
I behave as though everything is ok and even smile and laugh at my dad's funny antics. Sometimes I wonder if this emotion is normal but the good thing is, once I am back home I am good. Maybe this is the way I react when vacation is over.
The last day of our mini-vacation is spent meeting up for dinner with my mom's only living sister aunt Marlyn, uncle Marty and yes mums half brother uncle Martin. They decided to have a buffet dinner in a famous buffet restaurant called Amazona. This restaurant is famous for its fresh and more choices of food.
Aunty Marlyn lives on another big Island called Isla de Moro. She lives in the capital city called Vaoda. This big Island is mostly populated with Muslims. My aunt's husband is the Mayor of Vaoda city. He wasn't able to go with her because he is attending the Mayor convention. She was supposed to accompany her husband to the conference but instead, she attends aunt Marly's funeral.
Uncle Marty works on a ship and still lives in the house that he inherited from my dead grandparents and uncle Martin are is still single and works in a big firm as assistant manager.
I am talking boring stuff about my relatives but what can I do? I am with five adults who seem to enjoy talking while eating and I enjoy eating only while pretending to listen to their trip to memory lane conversation. What I am going to do next after when my stomach is full of food and the adults are still talking and eating?
Oh my, I just remember that in the last three days I did not open my phone after I put it off before the airplane takes off. My friends going to kill me. I forget to tell them that I am going to attend my aunt's funeral. I dreading turning on my phone now. Anyway better face their wrath now while I can't see their unhappy face.
I opened my phone, as expected I got hundreds of messages from them. I read their SMS one by one. The thought and ideas are the same but in different wordings, at first, they are asking why no update about the election campaign then they ask why I am not answering them, it became frantic asking where I am and why nobody is at home when they came to see me. They keep asking if I am ok and telling me to send a reply if I am still alive. Then they get angry about why my phone is turned off.
I better send them a message otherwise there will be chaos when I am back at home. I told them I am sorry that I forget to turn on my phone after the airplane ride. We were so busy attending the funeral and after the burial, we are busy shopping and sightseeing. I tried to bribe them not to get mad at me by telling them I bought gifts for them. I got a reply and they said stop bribing us where are mad at you for forgetting to tell us before you left. I send another message and told, I bought a new book from our favorite author with a limited edition cover page and I get bankrupt buying one copy for each of you and I inform them that morning tomorrow morning we're back. Finally, I got smiley face emoticons as a reply.