It was the d-day, the day we were supposedly packing from a house and city I spent sixteen years of my life."Get ready, the movers are on their way," My mom said, handing me a cup of coffee. Dark and strong, just how I liked it."I am. My stuff are packed already, I'm ready," I said, after taking a big gulp. I dropped the empty cup on the kitchen counter, sighing."You just don't get it, do you?" I asked out of the blue, totally frustrated with everything that was going on. It was happening too fast, my parents separated a month ago, weeks after that, we were packing to a new town.I didn't understand why we were packing, the city was my whole life, I knew every nook and cranny of it and then suddenly, like a whirlwind, it was slipping away from me."We've been over this already Debby," She said, acting uninterested."I get that you don't have anything left here, but what about me? What about my friends? What about dad? Just because you let
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