On a typical warm day in Bermuda, I walked home from my school, Somersfield Academy. I could smell the ocean breeze coming in from the North Shore, my favorite place on the island because there was always something to do there. I had almost arrived home when my brothers, Luke and George, came running down the road, looking upset, their favorite team lost the World Cup in football, I thought nothing of it and kept walking to the house. As I approached the main doors, I wondered where Karim, George’s best friend who had been staying with us for awhile, had gone. Stepping inside there had been a weird mood in the house, the friendly cleaning ladies, Grace and Joy, had even been acting strange. I went to my room to start my homework, as I entered, I saw a note on my bed, it read: Katie Girl, Come to my room please, we have something to tell you. Lots of love, Mummy Thinking nothing of the letter, I walked down the hallway passing Luke and George’s rooms, turning the corner and going to my parent’s room. I walked in and my Mum and Dad were sitting in two of the three chairs on the balcony. As I took a step outside, I realized that Mum was sad; Mum is rarely sad. The only thing I could think had been, what happened? Was it Karim? I sat down on the third chair, comfy and cold on my sun kissed legs. Dad looked to me then to Mum then back to me. Mum began to talk, “Your father has gotten the chance to have a promotion, this would mean moving to the United States of America. We wanted to make sure it was alright with you and your brothers before making any big decisions. If you kids agree to move, we will be leaving urgently.” I took a minute to process what I just heard and what I would say in response. I told them I would be fine with moving actually, complete lie. I knew how much this meant to my Dad and I just had to deal with it. This explained everything that had been weird today, Luke and George being so down, Karim’s absen