I remember waking up one morning when I was ten,hearing all this chatter and banging of pots and pans coming from the Kitchen.My first thoughts were that my parents were fighting again.After a moment I realized this was not the case.I went downstairs to the kitchen and found standing there my Aunt her daughter and my Grandmother.They were packing all the kitchen things as fast as they could,throwing things into boxes and I remember my moms' face,she had this worried look ,I realized later that she was scared my dad would come home from work early and catch them.I asked what was going on ,My moms' reply was go get your sister and start packing your clothes,we're leaving now hurry Do what I say...........
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