Leaving Home coming to New Zealand
No! No! No! Why are we leaving our luxury life to be in a place called New Zealand? Later that day I heard dad on the phone “I’ve got the tickets booked and soon we’ll be on the plane to go to New Zealand”. I’ve got to talk dad out of this what is he thinking were living a perfect life here. Dad walks up to me
“What’s the matter?” he asks.
I reply “Dad we can’t go, I want to stay here and why are we going to New Zealand can’t we go somewhere else like Paris, London or even New York”.
“I got a promotion for my job so we need to go and about that you’re not going anyways so don’t worry” he says.
“What do you mean I’m not going” I say confused.
“Well if you don’t want to…”
I cut him off “I do I do” I plead.
This was my dad’s master plan to make me come to New Zealand. I fell for it. All of my dearest family get into the 10 seater car as we drive a looong way to the airport. Once we arrived My, Dad and I got out of the car. Then everybody else drove away
“Dad where are they going” I ask confused.
“They’re just going to park the car”. He says.
We get aboard the plane and off we go. I scream “Wait! All my family isn’t here yet”. But unfortunately the pilot didn’t hear and off we went. Dad reveals the truth that he was planning to leave them behind in Organza all along. “What?” I said. I’m furious with dad he said ‘they’re just parking’ but all along he kept it a secret that they weren’t coming. I’m so devastated and mortified that we had to leave all of them behind, why couldn’t we just leave dad. After a few hours I got over it I wasn’t going to ruin a wonderful day because of dad. The flight attendant says over the speaker “Please remain seated and fasten your seatbelts we are about to land”.
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