56- Arrivals

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After 13 hours of flying and an hour and a half of a stopover we make it to Albania.

The drive on the way to our apartment is hell.

It's fucking hot as hell.

The car doesn't have an AC.

It's an hour drive.

Plus traffic.

My brother is squishing me and he's asleep.

My mom and dad are yelling at each other.

My dads twin keeps speeding.

My music isn't working.

And I have no internet or data.

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I get out of the car and swing my backpack over my shoulders and drag my suitcase behind me.

My grandparents smile and both hug me. They pull away and hug the rest of my family.

Next is my aunt.

She hugs me tightly and then let's go to hug he rest of my family too.

And then my uncle and little cousins.

They carry my luggage up the three flights of stairs for me because the elevator wasn't working and they insisted.

All I wanted to do was go to my apartment and see my aesthetically pleasing room but no, we have to go to my grandparents first. Smfh


They beg and beg me to eat something but I refuse over and over again. My stomach is fucked up and my head hurts. I feel like if I eat something I'll explode.

"Mom" I whisper.

"Mom" I whisper-yell.

"Momm" I say louder.

"What?" She says from across the couch.

"Please can I go shower I feel gross. I'll come back right after."

" we all feel gross"

"Pleaseeeeee"

"No now shush"

"Ughhh"

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