” Are we… there yet?”…I questioned my parents with gasps of exhaustion. Five vehicles in which my relatives had been riding in were lined up behind us. The scorching heat in Texas hit us as if it were a thousand shocks of corrosive acid, gradually melting the barrier of our skin. Coming from Edmonton, Alberta, my family never knew the definition of summer until we had reached the Southern states of America. It felt as a mirage, almost as if we were walking in a desert somewhere near the paths of Cairo. Sweat running down the middle of my forehead and dripping near the surface of my lips. All I could possibly think of was reaching our destination, NASA’s Johnson Space Centre in Houston, TX. It was just my luck as my Uncle called our cell phone and told my Dad to pullover to the right as we approached a park ahead as my cousins needed a break from the scorching heat.
“Who wants to go to Galveston Bay?.. Its the next two exits from here,” asked my Aunt. All my little cousins yelled for joy as they agreed to retreat from our plan of going to the Space Centre. In my head I thought it would be okay if we took a break, after all that is why we have a Spring Break, right? The only restroom in the park had been crowded by all my relatives. My mom placed a mat on the floor and set the abundant resources of food we had all bought with us. After hours of resting, we had set out on the road on our way to Galveston Bay. One would think the sun would settle down, but in this case, it hadn’t, still as scorching as the time we had departed.
My mouth dropped as I saw the broad stream of the universal solvent flowing from one point to another. The five vehicles had split and parked into many faraway free spaces. No one had an idea of where my cousins had parked but were only thinking of indulging themselves into the water.
My young and most favorite cousin, Noor Ajaz, and I were together as everyone
plunged into the bay. Splashing and fooling around was all but boring as I glared to see my parents having fun swimming. Noor and I collected many seashells to take back as memories. Everyone was having a great time enjoying themselves as the air was filled with laughter and sensation. More then half the day was gone as the day got darker and darker.
“Lets go!!…Come on, everybody lets go…get into the same car you came from!!” yelled my Uncle. Holding hands, Noor and I walked up the sandy hilltop and onto the long pathway were the car had been parked…only to discover the car had left without us!! We panicked as I grabbed her hand and jolted the other way to search for my relatives cars….but to my surprise they had also left. I cried as I felt guilty for having her lost with me and desperate for help. We waited for about half an hour as I heard somebody scream “Noooor!!!” Noor’s mom came rushing as she fell to the ground hugging her, and from the other side my dad screaming my name rushed over as he crossed the road almost getting hit by a car. After this moment, everyone was depressed to talk about the previous accident that had just happened. Just months later, there was a tsunami that had hit the Galveston Bay, that bought back memories of my infamous trip!
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