Always remember me

The talk

"Líadan!" I heard my mother call. I was upstairs finishing my makeup, getting ready to go out to the movies with my best friend lily, until I was interrupted. "What!?" I called back annoyed. "We must have a talk now, your father and I, It's urgent!" She hollered. "Ugh god.." I mumbled. I walked down the stairs and saw my parents seated at the kitchen table, "this looks oddly familiar.." I spoke. "If you're having another baby-" I started. "Shush now, this is serious." She scolded. My twin older brothers and three younger sisters soon flooded the kitchen as well. My brothers, fial (pronounced fee ul) & brion (bree un) just turned 18, myself (lee a dan)16, my two younger twin sisters ailbe (all bay) & neila(nee la) are 5 and the tiniest of the O'Reilly's, caoilainn (kay linn), just turned 2. "Ok childuren there's aboyt ter be a serioys change fer oyur family" my father said with a strong irish accent, which he only used when he was very happy, other than that there was a slight accent but not all that strong. "De architecture company is becomin bloody successful an' Oi was recently informed by me boss dat de company is movin'". "moving where???" I interrupted abruptly. "Glad ya asked child!" He smiled. He stared at each of us for a good minute with a huge smile and then slowly began singing an old irish song "rocky road to Dublin", my mom smiled kindly. "Wait.." My brother fial started. "Does this mean what I think it means brion added. "You bet." My dad smiled. "Back Ta me home country!" He shouted happily. My jaw dropped in awe. "You cannot be serious dad.." I hissed. "Summer has just begun, my friends, and school and family and and and and" I stuttered. "Nearly all of the family is in Ireland sweetie!!" He exclaimed with a comforting tone, only it wasn't so comforting. "No." I pouted. "No I am not moving, I am not moving to another county, I REFUSE!" I shouted as I stormed off to my room. Now, I sit on the edge of my bed, arms crossed, tears filling my eyes. "Knock knock" a voice sings at my door. "Go away." I screamed. The door opened anyways. It was fial. I looked at him with eyes of sadness. He doesn't say a word, he walks over and sits beside me, placing his hand on top of my leg. A moment later the words come. "I know it's not what we may have wanted, I know it seems.. unfair, but look at all that dad has done for us, what he's sacrificed. He lived in Ireland until he was 24, ma and him got married there! Ma was pregnant with brion and I when they moved, and they only moved because the company that offered dad the job was here in America and he knew it would pay well, he knew it would be best for all of us eventually. He was right. We live in California in LA, we have an beautiful home and great lives, thanks to him. He had to move from his family, friends, house, and country for US. He was heartbroken. We simply can't act selfishly towards him because he has never once acted like that towards us. Never." Fial lectured. "It's just.. This is where I was raised and what I'm used to and now it's just gonna all be taken from me In the matter of moments." I spoke quietly. "I know, I'm in the same boat as you, AND I have a girlfriend, whom I will have to leave. Trust me, it's not going to be easy, but we have to do this for dad, and trust that he always does what best for us, whether we may realize it now or later. They raised us to be agreeable to change. They didn't raise us to be selfish, so it's time to act maturely. And like I said I know it's hard but we have each other and despite what you may think dad does feel bad for having to do this, so don't make him feel worse." He smiled kindly. He kissed my forehead and exited my room. I hate when he's right.
3 weeks have passed and the house is packed up, all our belongings are in boxes on planes flying to ireland. I haven't talked much to my family in the past three weeks. I'm not being selfish, I'm just mad and although I was raised to be respectful I was also raised to express how I feel. But to be completely honest I was torn between animosity and anguish.