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I sat down on my wooden bed, taking in what was left of my beautiful light pink painted room. I in hailed the fresh air coming in through the window and picked up my very large suitcases off the bed, genitally placing them onto the floor. I grabbed my coco channel handbag and chucked the strap over my shoulder, this is it Amelia. I took a deep breath, staring at the room in awe before shutting the door and walking slowly through the house, taking in all the moments that I shared here with dad, I really don't want to leave. 

8 years ago, when I was 10, I left my mum back in Canada to move here and live with my dad in London, we both decided it would be for the best as mum was going through a hard time keeping the house and looking after me as we didn't have that much money. I left everything back in Canada, my mum, the majority of my family, my school and more importantly my friends and best friend, Justin. I let a tear slip out as I stared up at my dad's house. I spent the past 8 years here, it's going to be hard to let go and most importantly it's going to be hard to let go of dad.

"Bye dad," I whispered, more tears spilling, I haven't got the will power to keep them back any longer. I wiped them away and held onto the heart necklace around my neck, which had 'dad' carved in on the middle of the heart, "i'll miss you."

I wiped my tears with my sleeve jumper. If you hadn't already guessed, my dad died of cancer. He was a fighter, he lived for such a long time and I really thought he was going to make it, until he slipped away not too long ago. I am proud of how strong he was, him being strong is teaching me to be strong, he wants me to be happy and I know I can be, I just have to be strong enough to get past this. I am now moving back to Canada as my mother is forcing me to go and live back there, she says it will be the best for me, so I don't have to face living in my dads house knowing he won't be there anymore. Although I tried to fight not going back there, I know it will be best for me if I do. I decided to call my mum as I waited for the taxi, just to tell her I will be starting my journey shortly.

"Amelia darling, are you alright?" My mothers voice echoed into the phone.

"Hey mum, yeah I am fine, I am calling to tell you I will be starting my journey shortly." 

"That's great news!" She beamed, "Oh darling, I can't wait to see you, I've missed you so much."

"I missed you too." I said as the taxi pulled up. "mum I have to go, the taxi is now here, so i'll call you when I've landed in Canada."

"Alright honey, stay safe, I love you."

"I love you too." I said. 

I put my phone back into my pocket and smiled at the driver.

"Good morning miss."

"Good morning,"

He took my suitcases off me and put them in the boot as I got into the car. Once he had finished he double checked with me that we was going to the airport and we started on our travels. I stared out the window, watching the house for as long as I could until it was out of sight. 'Don't cry Amelia' I reminded myself and sucked up my tears. Canada here I come.

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I stepped out of the airport, the cold air instantly hitting me. London was cold, but not this cold, I totally forgot how cold Canada was until now. I waited for my taxi impatiently, all I really wanted was to get home, it's cold, I'm hungry and there are a group of guys in the corner smoking weed and they're creeping me out. I dialed my mums number, remembering I told her I would call, after a few rings she picked up almost straight away.

"Hello sweet, you back in Canada now?" She questioned.

"Yeah, I am just waiting for my taxi and then I should be back in about 2 hours."