We met by accident

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Sitting by my window, I was contemplating the vast sky. The little stars were twinkling in the dark sky. "Mom, dad, you are right here, isn't it? Always looking after me! I miss you a lot. You know..." I am busy talking to my parents who had become shining stars when sister arrives.

"Talking to mom and dad ?" She asks.

"Yeah... I'm missing them loads today, I don't know why."

"Come here for a hug, Ami!"

I hug her tightly, not willing to leave her comfortable shoulders.

"Let's sleep. Come!" She pats my head.

The sun does not take long to rise. It is soon dawn and the first morning rays enter our room.

"Pie? Wake up, pie!" My mother calls out to me.

"Good morning, mom!" I yawn.

"Don't be late for breakfast, baby! Your sis is already up!"

"Okay."

Once at the breakfast table, mom takes a serious tone.

"Girls, I have something to tell you.."

"Tell us mom!" I say as I bite a piece of my bread.

"Girls, don't take us wrong! We are moving to Mil-meadow." My aunt says.

I stop eating and stare at my aunt.

"What?" I scream, my mouth full.

"You shut up! You are not saying a word!" She shut me up.

"But why? What have I done now?" I scream even louder.

"We don't need to give every detail to you, Amika!" She replies.

When Primrose aunty calls me by my name, it means something serious, so I shut up.

I find that really weird to plan a sudden stay in aunty's home at Mil-meadow. As far as I know, dad's shop is working fine. I start my packing in the afternoon.

"Sis! Why do you think we are moving there?"

"Keep quiet! You keep asking questions every time!

Sis is a good girl. She listens to every word that mom and aunty say. I still wonder how can she just ignores her own feelings and pay attention to those of mom and aunty.

"Lazy girl, go get some veggies from the market." I hear aunty screaming from the kitchen.

"Yeah."

I ride my bicycle and unlucky me! As I reach the middle of the road, the lights suddenly turn green and boom! I am knocked down by a huge BMW car...

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