Chapter 12: "Holidays 1/7"
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Vacation: Destination
We are Daniel, Sebastián, Laura, Denise, Cameron, Abril, Thomas, Damien and I at the dining room table in our house figuring out where we can go. We have a list with options:
Travel:
✓ London
✓ Cuba
✓ Dubai
✓ Spain
✓ Berlin
"Can you think of any other option?" Thomas asks and we are all thinking.
"I have an idea" Mom comes, where did it come from? And was she listening to everything? It's not like we said something private but still. "Let's see, show me the options you have so far".
We give her the sheet and she reviews them, it seems as if she is mentally locating each of the places on the map.
"What are you doing?" Damien whispers to me and I lift my shoulders as if to say "I don't have the slightest idea", because I really don't have it.
"My idea is that, they go first to Spain, then to Berlin, then to London, then Dubai, then to Cuba and finally they go home" we were all surprised by their idea, and we almost laughed at the simple fact that it seems like a joke but she doesn't laugh so better not.
"Isn't it going to be very expensive?" Cameron asks out loud, which we were all wondering surely inside our heads.
"So don't get into trouble guys, your mother's idea is good, do you want?" Dad is speaking, and where do these two who listen to everything come from? "We save so that you can go a nice time to the place you chose but instead you can go less time to each place and voila, as they divide it. Don't you like the idea?"
"They would go to each place for two weeks, wouldn't they?" we all agreed happily, I think this trip is going to be the most of the mases.
There is no such word as "mases".
Yes it does, there are many more.
Oh god Sara, Sara, Sara.
Than?
SW.
I hate you.
And I to you.
I keep thinking that it is going to be the best trip in the world and that we are going to have a great time.
I see you changed your mind pretty quickly, if you didn't want to go after Cameron.
Yes, it may be, but it's true, I'm not going to be with her all the time because we're all going to go together. I also have Damien, my faithful friend.
I'm glad.
Me too Thanks.
At that moment Damien interrupts my fight / conversation with my conscience, which was very entertaining if you let me have an opinion, but instead I pay attention to the real person in front of me.
"I have to tell my parents, when exactly do we go out?" asks me.
"Small detail, and the truth is that I have no idea" I answer with a huge smile.
I look for my mother all over the house and I can't find her, now where did they go?
They appear when they shouldn't and disappear in the same way.
Exactly that.
"MOTHER!" I shout from above and I hear her say "here", and that is all the reply I receive from her.
Explain to me woman, where is here? Here in the yard? Here in my room? Here in the dining room? I go down to the kitchen to see if the boys knew where he was and they were all laughing, even Damien.
"What are they laughing at?" I ask half angry.
"That you are so clueless my daughter" says Dad and I look angrier still.
"I was here all the time, why did you go looking for me upstairs?" I hear what mom says and oh, I understand.
"It's not funny anyway" I sit where I was, next to Damián and Denise. "Mommy, when are we leaving?" I ask trying to make them forget what just happened.
"Tomorrow Saturday, why?" we all stay like stone, is this woman serious? Do they tell us a damn day before?
"Hey, is it because we have to save everything? I don't know, I'm just saying".
"Ah that, everyone go home and keep all the clothes you want, well I would recommend that you take summer clothes more than anything but obviously you take what you want. Tomorrow they arrive here at 10 in the morning more or less, we have to take them to the airport around 12 noon but they better be there before so we are all well organized".
We all nod and then they almost run away because as they are all so intelligent in letting us know that we are going on a trip the day before, nobody has anything in store, Damián stayed a few more minutes but left immediately because he is the same as the others.
I start to pack my suitcase and I have no idea what to pack. I wear winter clothes, summer clothes, short-sleeved shirts, shorts, long pants and a sweater, I also put sneakers, heels (few since I don't like to wear but for a special occasion they could work) and obviously sneakers.
I do not have to forget about hair products, wipes (you always have to be forewarned since it is clear that at some point during the trip I will get upset), toothbrush, toothpaste, flat iron and hair looper. I hope I don't forget anything.
You will forget something for sure.
Unfortunately I know.
"I can pass?" Mom asks from the doorframe and I nod.
"What happens?" I ask her while I keep putting things away and she sits on my bed.
"How are you? I mean, how are you really? You are better? Do you feel better?"
I stop doing what I was doing and I'm going to sit with her next to her on the bed, I feel like this is going to be a long mother-daughter talk.
"Yes mom, I'm already much better. Thank you for caring and for everything you have done but I think I'm fine now. In addition, the trip will make me clear of absolutely everything. Likewise, I always keep in contact with my psychologist" I answer him and it's true, every time something happens to me I call him or send him a message.
"Yes, and that's what we wanted. We want them to have a great time, to do everything that guys your age do" he hugs me super tight.
"Ma. Mom! MA! MOTHER!" shouted him.
"Oh, what's up?" he asks releasing me.
"I don't know if you knew but," I gather some air and continue; "a human being to survive, one of the basic needs he has is to breathe. Something you weren't letting me do" she smiles at me and runs her hand over my cheek.
"Sorry".
"Okay" I give him a kiss on the cheek and get up to continue ordering.
"Well, now I'm going with your other brothers. I love you Sara".
"I to you mom".
When she leaves I keep ordering everything but some messages make everything stop.
Ten w******p. There are seven from Damien and one from ... Cameron? First I open those of Damien it is clear.
Dam: H
Dam: E
Dam: L
Dam: L
Dam: O
Dam: Lady
Dam: Saraaaa
Dam: Answer !!!
Dam: Hello ??
Me: Hi heavy, what's up?
Dam: Ah was to ask you what was in the suitcase
Me: I have no idea, search the internet man
Dam: Well, well ...
Me: I love you❤
Dam: I'm grumpy too ❤❤
When I finish talking with Damien I notice Cameron's.
Cameron: Hi Sara
Me: Hello
Cameron: I want us to be okay
Me: But if we're okay, we're perfect. I'm packing my bags, bye.
He didn't answer me again, and I think that's good. The next day when we woke up we had breakfast and the boys were arriving one by one.
"Passengers bound for Spain, please go up through gate 13. Thank you very much" we heard what they say over the speakers, we were already at the airport and dad and mom had already left.
"Let's go?" April asks and we all nod.
Spain, here we go ...
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