Home Sweet Home

Chapter Three

Amelia POV.

One Week Later

Today was the day I had to say goodbye to my life in the city. I kept on reminiscing about the day I came to Accra. I never felt I was going to be leaving anytime soon, but it felt good that I was going to finally go home. My brother booked a plane ticket for me to Takoradi. Which was about an hour from here by plane.

I woke up very early to pack my stuff. I was going to be leaving at one in the afternoon. I wasted no time to pack all the hundreds of clothes I brought here and also the ones my brother bought for me. As I was packing, I heard a knock on the door.

"Who could it be at this time in the morning", I mumbled to myself and yawned. I was still sleepy but I also didn't like wasting my precious time. I marched to the door and opened the door. It was one of the household helpers. She was holding a telephone in one hand and a rag in another.

" I believe this is for me". I said pointing my hand at the telephone she was holing on to.

"Your mother is on the line. She said to give this to you. Its very important
", She said and handed me the telephone. I mouthed a 'thank you' and she proceeded to do whatever she was doing before she came here. I walked over to the bed where I was packing my stuff. I put the telephone in between my shoulder and my left ear and started to talk.

" Hello Ma," I said

"Hello dear. How are you doing?", I loathed talking on a telephone but then again I would do anything when it came to my parents. I loved them whole heatedly for making my life a productive and successful one.

" Fine, but why do you always use the land line. Call me directly for a change. We are in another year for God sake"_ I said and made sure not to sound hostile. She laughed it of. That is all she tends to do when I ask her that question.

"We have a problem here", She said now sounding serious. What could be the problem could they possibly have. They got everything they want. They lived in the biggest house in the village. Even though, it was not modern, I loved it. I loved living there. All my brothers have contributed to the wellbeing of my family. Only my youngest brother stays in that house. He only finished the secondary school. After secondary school, he went into fishing. At only 24, he is one of the most successful businessmen back in my hometown.

" What problem could you possibly have? I mean, is hard to believe you've got problems, but anyway, I am all ears". I said.

"We can not discuss it on the phone. Is not a bad problem. Actually is a good one. Just return and we are going to sought things out. I called you because, we are throwing a small durbar to celebrate your success in school. Don't worry about anything, we have everything planned out. Also, bring a friend with you if she not he agrees to come", When it comes to the topic about friends, I get so sensitive. My best friend betrayed me and from that day inwards, I vowed to never take a friend in my life. I could feel tears start to fall I'm my eyes. I had to end this call before I sob.

" Okay mom", I said and ended our conversation. I put the telephone on my bed on my bed and wiped the tears before the began to fall. I had people coming to me to ask for my friendship in college but I declined their offers. I still don't fill comfortable sharing my story with people.

I got myself together and continued packing my things. After all the packing, I went to the bathroom to get myself ready for the day. Today, I decided on a crop top and high waist jeans. I know My parents were going to complain on my choice of clothes so I wore a jacket to cover up my bear abs. I left out of the room to the kitchen to prepare myself some Ghanian style breakfast, hot Chocolate, toast and some scrambled eggs for protein. I loved this kind of breakfast. In the village, breakfast was like lunch everything was over the top. My mother prepared multiple dishes for the 20 inhabitants of our house. I can't believe I was going to meet my grandma and grandpa. And my cousins and aunts. I loved going back to the village.

When I got to the kitchen my brother was there, cooking some breakfast. This was a sight I always wanted to see. He was smiling whiles cooking the food. I think he was doing this because it was my last day in the city.

"Hi, brother". I said and walked over to where he was. We embraced for a while before he pulled away to continue cooking. I caught a a single tear fall from his eyes. He was sad I was going. I could understand what he was going through. He lost a lot in a two year time period, he son, his wife and now his sister was going back home.

" You are tearing down. You know what, safe your tears for the day that I get married. I don't like this sight. It hurts that I have to leave, but I have to. Now stop crying and continue with the breakfast." I told him and opened my arms for another embrace. It was very hard to watch my favorite brother cry. He hugged me and wrapped his hand on the back of my neck. My head was laying on his shoulder. I was now even crying. It was by far #1 in my list of saddest moments in my life.

After breakfast, I went to the leaving room to watch some sitcoms with my brother on the television. I spent my last hours in the city getting ready for the airport.

My brother took me to the airport to assist me with my stuff. We sat in the waiting room for about half an hour before passengers leaving to Takoradi were asked to take their places in the plane. He bid me farewell and kisses my forehead. We cried as each of us went our separate ways. I sat on my seat, wiped my tears and said to myself,'I am ready to start the next chapter of my life'.

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A/N: The story just began. I am done with all the intro.

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