Candy ✔ (In Editing)

-Chapter Four

Moving is hard.

When I thought about moving to New York to join my brother, it sounded crazy. All my life I had known that I didn't want to get tied up in one place, I wanted to see more of the world.

I only had to pack most of my clothing and have all my special belongings that couldn't get on the plane shipped. It was hard not taking everything I owned and ship it off to New York, like my comfortable bed or my specially crafted study table and many more items.

I had to learn to let go, starting off by giving away my very first Barbie doll and Barbie movies to my sister, Naledi and giving my neighbors' kids my clothing that I never got to wear. But some of the things I kept so it won't feel as different when I went back home.

One trait I always hated about myself is that I get attached quickly. Tumi and Emerald's apartment was starting to feel like home but I knew they both needed their space. It took Tumi, Em and I a solid two hours to say our goodbyes and I was just moving less than 100 miles away. Imagine how long it took me to say goodbye to my parents and younger sister.

I was happy to have my independence but with independence comes great responsibility...like carrying your own heavy boxes because you were too stubborn to accept your brother's help.

I didn't realize I owned so much things since I arrived here. I have been doing too much shopping for my own good.

"I think that's the last one." Cara said, putting down the box in her arms on top of the other pile of boxes. I shut the door behind her and join her on the couch.

Our apartment is a three bedroom apartment with adjoining bathrooms that have a bathtub and a shower which was a massive bonus. It has a kitchen with white counters which contrasted with the soft gray rugs. Cara squealed when she saw the kitchen and I squealed along with her, thinking about all the food the chef would feed me in this very kitchen. The living room was medium sized and was already furnished with a black leather couch, a black flat screen TV and coffee table on top of the carpet in the middle of the room.

The thing I loved the most about our apartment was the lighting. The windows of our apartment were positioned so the rays of Sun could enter the apartment in every direction, lighting the whole apartment.

"Want to order Chinese?" Cara asked me.

"Sure, but you would have to order for me though." I told her.

"Done." She stood on her feet and walked to her room. I sighed stretching my muscles and winced every time I heard a pop sound. I should get back to the gym.

My cellphone rang and I groaned in protest. I got up and scramble for my phone in my bag. Once I found it I read the contact name and smiled before answering the call.

"Hello." I spoke through the phone.

"Mommy." Naledi answered. I rolled my eyes with a smile on my face. I'm not her mom. Naledi grew up very fast. By the age of five months she could already sit on her own, by six months she was crawling and holding onto objects to make her stand. When she reached eight months she was already walking and blabbering incoherent words. One day I decided that I would teach her her very first word, Mommy. It was a huge success really the only downside to it all is that she called me mommy and not our actual mother. Now she is all grown up and knows that I'm her sister but she still calls me mommy. It's her idea of a joke.

Do you know the weird looks I get when she calls me mommy? It is so embarrassing but now I have learnt to live with it.

"How are you?" I asked her, beaming.

"I'm fine," she rushed on, "so how is America? Is it as great as Tumi said it was? Do they really have snow and-"

"Whoa, slow down." I chuckled at the overly curious child.