Samuel
“Scarlett, hurry up! We’ll miss the plane!” I shouted from the living room.
“I’m coming!” she yelled back, and I shook my head. She always took forever to get ready and we were bound to stay behind if she took any longer.
“Daddy, where are we going?” a little voice spoke from behind me. It was our 5 year old daughter, Alana.
“We’re going back home princess. Where mom and dad were raised, you’ll love it,” I replied.
We were packed and movers were taking out all the furniture from our house to load them in the truck that would take them to the airport and back to the United States.
Scarlett was coming down the stairs with the last luggage, looking as beautiful as she did ten years ago. I couldn’t take my eyes off her and I loved her just as much if not more
