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Kenneth 

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Kenneth 

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"Dad, where are you going?" I asked my dad as he packs his things along with mother's. Yet, they never packed mine. Today was my birthday and I never wish for my parents to act this way on it. My dad turns to me, a worried expression on his face. "Son, we need to go, go pack the stuff you need," He spoke in a strong English accent.

I was confused, puzzled by what was going on. I was watching the television, laughing at the cartoons when he and mom came into the living room, pacing around the house to get things. My foot followed them both to Dad's office. They were speaking languages I could not understand, words that sounded so mysterious, confidential to be exact.

"Mom... is there anything going on?" My little childlike voice whispered. The night outside was raging with storm, about to let out a huge rainstorm soon. My mom looked at me, she approached me then began kneeling herself to my height. She looked tired, I hope she was alright. Her hands brushed away the brown hairs that was draping to my forehead.

Caressing my small face, she stared at me with sadness in her eyes. "Kenny... me and daddy is going on a... trip. You will be staying at Aunt Susan's house. It will be a long trip, and you will have so much fun with Aunt Susan. So... I need you to pack your things, okay?" I nodded, then looked to where my dad was. He was putting papers in his briefcase. "What about my birthday party? Is my friends all coming too to Aunt Susan's house? I think that would be fun,"

She blinked her eyes. "No honey... but... we can think of something else, okay?" My head looked down hearing the news, no party? No gifts?

"Okay... I understand...," I mumble quietly.

Without any questions left inside my mind, I ran to my room. Although the party was cancelled, a delightful feeling came into my chest when mom said I was staying with Aunt Susan. My teachers would be surprise about this but then again, they would not care. My parents knew the whole school. They were... what do you call them? Defective? Detive? Dentist? Dinosaurs? No, not dinosaurs, silly Kenny. They are extinct already. I chuckled to myself.

Any who, my two sets of brown orbs wanders across my bedroom, searching for any stuff left that I could bring. My eyes spot a black jaguar toy car. I take it in my hands, looking at it for a moment. When I am older, I will buy one of this car, that will look exactly like this. I take it, placing it inside my bag. My body walked down the stairs, mom and dad were communicating with someone over the phone. They sounded angry.

"What do you mean they don't want to negotiate?!" My dad blared, he was not himself when he is mad. I try to stay away from him when he does, he gives me nothing but constant flinches.

Mom was on her phone, talking to someone else, someone named Jess. "Jess, I need you to give insight on where they are. We cannot afford them knowing where WE are," Where we are? Who are these people she was talking about? I took slow steps downstairs, hearing what they were talking about loud and clear. The more near I got to them, the more I know what was happening. Someone was mad at my parents.

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