Is It Fate?

Chapter 2: Move In Day (Part 2)

June 27, 2016: Miami, Florida

(Camila's POV)

It was only 6 in the morning when I woke up from the loud blaring of my alarm. It wasn't unusual for me to wake up early, but that day was more upsetting than usual because I was bound to leave Miami for California to go back for my sophomore year at Stanford University.

I was both excited and sad. I loved school and I loved the friends I made back there, but I also loved my family and leaving them always made me sad. That was the second time I did it, but it wasn't any easier. I didn't want to think about how sad I was going to be, so that day, I decided to wake up earlier than usual to make my family a big breakfast, so that we can enjoy a big meal together before I left.

I did my morning routine to get my morning started, then I went to my little sister Sofi's room, woke her up, and asked her to help me because my 8-year-old sister would have been furious if I didn't wake her to assist me.

It took a couple of waking and a threat of tickling before she got up. I was so happy that she did. It wasn't like I couldn't have done it on my own. I just wanted to do it with her because I wanted to spend time with my sister before I left. Being away from her was always the hardest, and I think out of everyone, she was the one I was going to miss the most. I love my little sister.

After she got ready, we went downstairs and started making breakfast. We were careful not to make any noises so that our parents wouldn't accidentally wake up and catch us. Unfortunately, we weren't so good at being careful. Sofia and I were basically toddlers who were doing unsupervised kitchen work, so of course, the kitchen was a mess and noises were made.

"Kaki stop, you're hurting me." Sofi squealed as I kept tickling her. We laughed with tears coming out of our eyes. We were both a mess. I had flour stuck on my hair and face, as did she. We were in the middle of a tickle fight when our mother walked in the kitchen and saw the mess we made.

"Karla Camila! Sofia Clarisse! What on earth is going on here!"

"SHE STARTED IT!" My sister and I both exclaimed.

We looked at each other and laughed, and our mom couldn't help but join in as well.

"You two are already causing trouble. And it's not even 8 am yet."

"Sorry mami. Sorry if we woke you." I told my mom.

"Yeah. Sorry mami. Kaki and I were just trying to make breakfast for all of us. For you know... when before she leaves again." Sofi said sadly.

"I know sweetie." Our mom replied just as sad.

There was a moment of silence before my mom offered to help us cook. She wasn't upset about the mess Sofi and I made. I know deep inside she was because she has a thing for being neat, but if she really minded, she kept it to herself. That time we just spent the morning making breakfast together ignoring the mess around us—ignoring the inevitable idea of me leaving later in the afternoon.

Eventually my dad joined us for breakfast. It was a morning well spent with my family. We ended up going to the beach after breakfast, and we all had a great time. Unfortunately, our day had to be cut short because I had to be at the airport for my flight.

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Our drive to the airport was still filled with conversations except none of them were coming from my little sister Sofi. She clung to me for her dear life, and that broke my heart. I never wanted to make my sister feel anything less but happy, yet I was causing her pain. She understood why I had to go back to Stanford, and she was proud of me for it, but it still hurt her that I was leaving. I was hurting for my sister, but we both know I had to go.