Part 2:Prep

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'' Moooom!!! I'm hoooome... ''
I drawl.... as I step into our humble abode. The moment I sneak into the house I know..... He's been upto it again.
There is paper everywhere and when I say everywhere... I mean...... everywhere.... On the floor, TV, carpet, in the cup on the table, sofa..... again, everywhere.
'' Benal!!!!'' I exclaim expecting him to appear shivering in fear but instead 'sisto' is what he cutely and excitedly says as he approaches me hugging me so tightly, leaving me to wonder how a boy that tiny can be that strong.
'' Benal dear, what have you done here..... The living room is a mess''. I scold lightly as I clear up the place.
I then hold his hand and rush upstairs with my backpack.
'' Mummmmmmy" I scream....
"Amie, you're back". I hug her hard almost toppling her over. I love my mother sooooo.. much and I can't begin to describe how much I've missed her and it's only been a week..... How can I last months... Man.
"oh mother , how I've missed you..." I know... Dramatic right and yet I shed tears.....
I hug her tighter until she scolded me to let her go. "I'll never let you go my sweet mom" she lightly yet soundly slaps my back which makes me release her. I release her and then we walk the rest of the way upstairs with me chatting us up....specifically describing my adventure away from them which includes alot of outing, my favorite being the visit to the amusement park .
She takes me to the dining room upstairs where a stack of all my favorite food is gloriously smiling at me. I turn in tears and hug her again before losing myself in...... 🌝
I eat, burp and close my eyes in enjoyment. Man..... my mom can cook. I savor the moment cuz I know it will be a while for another.
The day goes by with me in the spotlight. I go out with my mom for uni shopping. I ended up buying more useless than necessary stuff.... NOT . My mom would never allow that. She bought all the stuff I needed including the ones I didn't know I need. Like milk, cereal, bowl, a cup, (I can't believe I didn't know I'd need all those), blabalbla.... and then the fun stuff.... Shoes, bag, purse, and what not. MOM IS AWESOME.
It turns out I need kitchen stuff life... Food stuff kinda stuff and pots knife and other stuff ... But I managed to convince my mom that I only needed a pot and cereal, a plate for dishing out bought food (hint: incase u didn't notice.. I'm not planning to cook), and then spoon and fork......
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We spend the rest of the day enjoying a display of my clothes and stuff...... They look so..... (sniffle sniffle). I clear my non existent tears and rub off zero seeping mucus.
I snap a Pic of my wonderful display and decide not to be selfish so I bless my two besties eyes by sending them the Pic..... aren't I so good.
Well I enjoyed the display.... my brothers were more concentrated on making me open my cereal box but bro seems more wanting of my blue band maybe cuz he was holding a loaf of bread. He said I'll probably go let some strangers munch on some bread with it while I deprive my own family of some.. He makes issue out of the smallest things.
Meanies... But I'm still not letting them take any.... Don't they know I'm a student (to be).
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My two besties.... I can't believe it, I'm starting before them when we all graduated together. Well Malika has other plans of going abroad cuz her dad is there but Katy has no excuse...... I told her to join me but she strongly said no that she will wait for the Uni she wants here..... But I can't do that since there is no guarantee and time waits for no one and besides its in my hometown maybe that's why I'm more comfortable about going than her. I still remember my reluctance about applying but I gave in since there was more advantage than disadvantage. And now here I am a few days to go.....

..... All prep is done, mom made sure I got everything and now all that's left is the dramatic emotional goodbye. I'm seriously going to miss home and my besties and my cat too.... Oh.... My cuddle boo..... Yup.. Cat lover....



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