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                                                One morning in the middle of my sixth grade year, my mother came into my room with news. I did not think anything of it at first for it was a daily routine for her to check on her two sons in the morning. But this time she did not seem quite as she usually was at seven in the morning. She told us the news. My sister had been living at my grandmother’s house for so many years working a job in Los Angeles. She had decided it was too difficult to make the time consuming trip back and forth every day, so it was in her best interest that she move to Los Angeles to further pursue her career. My mother’s spirits where lifted as soon as my grandmother heard the news for she looked forward to seeing us. We would be moving into her house to keep her from being alone. Hearing such news does not fully come into contact right upon delivery. It took me a while to fully register what I would be leaving behind. I would not graduate with the rest of my friends in high school; I probably would not see them again. I would never see Heather again...

 

                                                At such a young age I did not hold the true feelings that one would have being seven years older for the mind was not fully meant to understand such mature experiences at such a young age. One does not realize until later in their lifetime the things that had such an impact on their being as a child. I did not understand this at all. I felt as if I was just moving on with my life. Sure I would not see my friends, teachers, or anyone else I had an emotional connection with. Nor did I understand what exactly I would leave behind.

 

                                                The plan was for me and my brother to finish the remainder of the year at Liberty Elementary School and from there move onto the next level, University Heights Middle School. Everything went smoothly for the rest of the year. Friendships sustained and so did the daily telephone calls to Heather. I cannot recollect the exact actions or feelings I had during my Sixth grade promotion. I just remember Heather sitting with her mother, who flashing camera was flashing brighter and faster than an Alabama storm. And to my dismay, I said my final goodbyes to her. No Phone number, no way of contact. I completely shut her and everyone else out to start anew. Why did I do this? To this day I do not know. Being as immature as I was, I did not cherish the meaning of a relationship. For that, I paid the price.