-Valentina's POV-
"Almost ready?" my mom shouted from downstairs.
"Yeah! Just a few more boxes!" I replied.
I looked around my room, the walls were empty and bare. They looked like they hadnt been touched in years. The creme coloring on the walls was starting to peel off from all the posters that once were there. I taped the last box up and pushed it aside. Carefully, I lifted the box. holding it against my stomach. I opened my door and made my way down the stairs, careful not to drop the box. When I got the the bottom of the long stairway my mom took the box from me.
"Are there more upstairs?" she asked.
I nodded.
"Hurry. The plane leaves in 2 hours." she said.
I took a deep breath and started back up the stairs to my room. There was only one thing left. A picture. I walked over and picked it up off the ground. It had dust all over it. I carefully blew the dust off the picture. It was my grandma. She was pushing me on a swing at the park. We were both smiling and having a great time. A tear slid down my face as I remembered the times we had together. I was 4 when she died. They said it was cancer, and that she had had it for a long time. I wiped the tear from my face and stood up. I took one last look at my room.
"Goodbye America." I whispered.
I took a deep breath and walked out of my room, shutting the door softly behind me.
