Untold words

Hello! 👋 I am the author. I modified the story. It is the same, just rewritten. I tried one style but didn't like it, and i was not really good with it.😅 So here it is.

My legs were sore for a long time sitting. Almost two hours sitting in a car and 45 minutes on a plaine was not my ideal day. However, I was happy. Today is the day I go back home, well, my new home that I have never seen. Born from drug addict parents, one abandoned me, and the other stayed by my side. My mother and I are poor; we moved from apartment to apartment. Today, I am returning to my hometown after spending two weeks at my grandparent's. Two weeks ago, I said goodbye to the neighborhood I spent almost three years in, to the apartment I spent the longest time in, and the school I spent three years in. My mother is coming to get me at the airport, probably with her father, who usually drives us to and from the airport when I visit my grandparents.

The speakers from the plane spoke, a young, sounding lady giving brief instructions for the unboarding process, one I had heard many times. Paulette, my grandmother, readied herself but waited for the passengers to get off first while I got up eager to stretch my legs. Only once the line grew smaller did we get out of our seats. She helped me lower my suitcase, and we made our way to the front of the plane. We walked the familiar path towards the escalator that would bring us to the gates where my mother was probably waiting. I felt my heart squeeze. Part of me wanted to stay longer with my grandparents. I was happy to be coming back home, but that's the thing—it wasn't my home I was coming back to. I was going on unfamiliar roads towards an unfamiliar part of town. I was meeting the new apartment to which I had begged not to move to.

I took a spot on the escalator, my grandmother behind me. I scanned the room, looking for the familiar face. She was standing close to the baggage carousel. When she noticed me, she smiled, waiting for me to get to ground level. As soon as I could, I walked towards her. She had aged a lot during the two weeks, with bags under her eyes and a slightly curved back. She was wearing baggy clothes and a black bandanna holding her hair together. I knew she wasn't feeling good after the move because she had hurt her back, but she was in really bad shape if she looked like that. My mother would only be dressed this way if she wasn't okay.

"Hey. How was the plane?" She asked, hugging me, leaving a tingly feeling once she stopped.

"It was good."

"Bonjour, Emily," greeted my grandmother.

"Salut, Paulette. Comment allez-vous?"

"Tout se passe à merveille, et vous?"

"Bien," my mother responded. "Do you have everything? Say goodbye. David is waiting."

It was my grandmother's turn to squeeze me.

"Bon, on se dit au revoir, petite. Je t'aime et on va s'ennuyer de toi. On s'appelle bientôt, d'accord?"

"Oui, je t'aime Paulette. Je vais m'ennuyer de vous aussi. Au revoir," I said, moving backward, another prickly feeling appearing on my skin.

I left with my mom while Paulette moved toward the security checkpoints, waving one last time before turning a corner. We left the building through a revolving door, and the sun greeted us. There were many noises around, from slamming doors and moving cars to talking or walking with their luggage following behind them. My mom brought me to a Beetle car that belonged to my grandfather, who was patiently sitting behind the wheel, smiling at me. He opened the door and walked towards the truck.

"Hey, curly. How was your trip? Did you have fun?" He questioned, lifting my suitcase and placing it inside the truck.

"Yes, it was," I replied, also placing my backpack.

He closed it, walked towards the passenger side, opened the door, and moved the seat to give me access to the back. I climbed in with a thank you. My mother sat once the seat was put back into position, and Mario sat back in the driver's seat, igniting the engine.

"Well, time to go home," he exclaimed.

He drove on a familiar path towards our town. Looking through the windows, I watched the environment shift from big, large skyscrapers of the city to a bridge that crossed towards another city, my hometown, that only had a few skyscrapers. We continued towards the highway that had a nice view of the town. But this familiar view turned into a forest. My heart squeezed, and my thoughts filled. I didn't want this. I didn't need this. After almost an hour, the view changed again. We found ourselves in a small town, with old and modern houses. He stopped in front of a yellowish-beige house with a front and side porch with 2 doors each. There was a garage with two filled parking spaces. This house had one half of it with 2 stories high and the other half with 3 stories high. It looked like someone had put two rectangles with different heights and lengths together; it was weird. In front of it, I noticed a building that looked familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I looked again towards the house, and pain shot through my throat. I clenched my teeth together and got out.

My grandfather helped me unload the trunk and hugged me goodbye. We had talked during the car ride, though I couldn't remember what we had said, distracted by this feeling. He waved one last time before driving off. My mother opened the door, and I followed behind her. The inside was a mess. Most, if not all, of the moving boxes were still filled, some open. It was half living room, half kitchen. She had put the TV on a small wooden nightstand that was in front of a window with boxes on each side. In front of it was a couch with blankets and pillows placed as if someone had woken up and left them there. There were also takeout containers around the sofa and a small foldable table with cigars, glasses, and junk. Behind the sofa were more boxes on a table and then the kitchen, which was also in disorder.

"Sorry for the mess. As I told you on the phone, it's really hard for me to walk," my mother said. "Since the accident, it just doesn't get better."

"It's alright, I understand."

TRANSLATION

Bonjour, Emily - Hello, Emily

Salut, Paulette. Comment allez-vous? - Hi, Paulette. How are you doing?

Tout se passe à merveille, et vous? - Everything is going smoothly

Bien - Good. Bon, on se dit au revoir, petite. Je t'aime et on va s'ennuyer de toi. On s'appelle bientôt, d'accord? - Well, it's time to say goodbye, kiddo. I love you and I will miss you. We shall call each other soon, alright?

Oui, je t'aime Paulette. Je vais m'ennuyer de vous aussi. Au revoir. - Yes, I love you too. I'll miss you all, also. Goodbye.