CHAPTER ONE [MIND LINK]

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"Dad! You're forgetting your bag again!" I shouted at him from upstairs when I spotted his brief leather bag in his room on the bed. I made my way to the bed and grabbed the bag, it was heavier than it looked. I had to use both hands to carry it.

"What are you talking about? I have it right--" I smiled when I heard him curse. "Bring it down here will you?" He said, then I heard the sound of the car's engine starting up.

Before I closed the door, I took another glance at the room. It was once filled with the smell of my mom's perfume, her novels laying around the floor. She would always promise to organize it properly, but she never got around to do it. Instead, the number of novels would increase until there was barely any space to walk on the floor.

I swear, my parent's bedroom would bring the zoo to shame. Now, it just looks cold and unwelcome. I closed the door and made my way down the stairs. I took one last scan of every room before I was satisfied nothing was left behind.

I locked the front door and hurried along to the car opening the backseat door placed my dad's bag inside before shutting the door.

"How can you forget your bag? I thought it's filled with all your important files?" I said while I open the front seat door and took my seat beside my dad.

"Thanks, sweetie you just save both our lives." Dad said with a big smile on his face. The skin underneath his eyes crinkled showing his old age. "If I lost that, we'd be homeless no doubt."

"How would you survive without me?" I said while raising an eyebrow and smiled at him knowingly.

"I probably can't. Who's going to feed me if it's not you?" He winks at me causing me to laugh at that. "Alright, here we go." He put the car in gear, release the handbrake and drives to our new home.

I let down the car window and put my head out to look back at our house. The house I've been living in for 18 years, the house where all the memories with my mom rested, my memories of my childhood all will be left behind as we drove to Mississippi. I felt my heart grew heavier as our old house gradually become smaller as we drove further and further away from it.

I sigh and closed the window, facing forward to the roads without any idea of what awaits me.

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