I never really thought about how my life would be, without my mother here. She died six years ago of lung cancer. My dad and I have been able to pull through it. But I can see that he is doing everything possible not to break down in front of me and cry. Somehow I feel like he puts up this brik wall where he doesnt let anyone in, I broke down that wall three years ago and since then everything has been prefect. Now my dad has an amazing Job working for this Company that my Uncle owns in America.. But he got a job transfer and now we have to move to London. I still remember it like it was yesterday he told me that we were moving across the counrty.
FlashBack.
"Hey Kendall, we need to talk". My dad said as he came in my room.
"Yeah? Whats up daddy?" I said.
"Umm, well we have to move". Said my dad
"Well, how soon do we have to move? I hope we are not moving far from my school I would hate to switch schools mid-simester".
"See thats the problem, I got a job transferr and its all the way in London".
"London!. Are you kidding me! London! Are you nuts dad!"
"Well this job requires that we move. And this is the last time we move I promise you kendall this is the last time"
" London, London" Thats all I could say "London"
"Kendall"?
"Yeah"
"We are leaving in two days so start packing"
And with that he walked out of my room.
Fashback End.
My name is kendall Cowel i am 16 years young. Yes my last name is Cowel. My dad is kendall Cowel. Yes yes I was named after my dad weird right? And if you were geussing my uncle is simon cowel. My dads twin brother. I never thought that I would ever move to a different country. I mean I love travling but moving to London. I just don't know. I'v been there a couple times but I never ever thought I was ever going to move there. Well our flight takes off in about an hour. I can honsetly say that I am nervous i really dont know why, but I am. All our stuff is already down there and placed where it supposed to be. I specifically asked the movers just to place my thing in my room and not to touch them.
We just arrived in London I can honestly say, it's beautiful here. I havent been here since my mom died. I really don't like talking about my mom much brings back too much unwanted memories. As we drove to our house my dad was talking to my incle. I just sorta "Zoned out" into my own little world. I snapped out of it when I was bein shaked my my dad.
"Kendall we are here. Are you ok? You seem a bit shaken up."
"yeah I'm fine, Just a bit tired"
"You sure, anything you want to talk about?"
"Nah, I'm fine dad really"
'" Can I say something real quick before we go in?"
"Yeah sre dad, whats up'?
"Well I just wanted to say that I am sorry for making us move, I wasn't reallt thinking about you when we had to move, I'm sorry that your mom can't be here to make everything better I'm sorry that I can't do everything for you like the way you want it to be done. I'm just so sorry" He said As a tear rolled down his face.
"Aw dad, don't cry. Your going to make me cry. you don't have to be sorry for anything. I know you try your best to make me happy. And I know that mom would be proud of how far we have gotten and I know that she is watching over us and blessing us"
"Kendall, I don't know what I would do without you" He said as he kissed my on the forhead.
"I Love you daddy"
"I love you too Kendall".
A/N: This is my first time writing a FanFiction. If you like it comment and I will write more. Please leave an honest opinon, and also leave comments about things I could Improve on. Thanks for reading. Xxx
