The Magician of New York

Okay. This is one of the weirdest days ever in my whole live. So, all the things I just said, about Dad, yes. I couldn't even believed my eyes that my Dad could ride a boat without a paddle or something. Okay, so about 2 hours later, we've all arrived in England, just fine. But, Michael looked like he was in shock. Total shock. Dad took his cell phone, and he told me and Michael to find a cab. 10 minutes later, we were in the cab. "Dad, where are we going to stay in London?" I asked. My Dad answered me, "Oh, since we are staying here for about 2 weeks or more, not less, we are going to stay in a hotel. My great grandfather's inn maybe? But a hotel would do the trick sweethearts. Oh yes, Bux Comfort Hotel please? Step on it!" Is there even a hotel called Bux Comfort Hotel anyway? But I hate arguing with my Dad, he's a very good fighter. 5 minutes later, we arrived in Bux Comfort Hotel, or whatever. It's a very modern hotel, the hotel that a New Yorker or an American would probably choose. My Dad rented a penthouse suite. 3 minutes later, we've arrived in the room. It's a very cool room. It has a hot tub, a piano, and a plasma TV. It's much nicer than my apartment in New Jersey (if we visit new jersey, we stay there.) Even if the penthouse suite still have some London details. It also has a balcony. It has a very great view. We can see the big ben, and the countryside. It made me remember my childhood. Maybe you won't believe me, but I used to be a farm girl in my Grandpa's farm. I loved it, but we had to leave, because my Mother had a new job involved in the city, New York. After that, I grew up as a spoilt girl. I regret myself for letting myself make a decision that costed me my maturity, and my favorite place. I had tears in my cheek, and my Dad hugged me while saying, "I know that the view is reminding you about your childhood. I guess, when people leave their past, they have to try to get over the sad memories. Believe it or not, I used to struggle with a lot of illness which almost costed me my life. But when I grew up, my past. It still haunts me, that's why I've been so neat to you all. But, my Mother used to tell me that looking back to sadness of our past, is never going to help us move on. Now, Leah, please go inside if you mind." I went inside. I sobbed. I realized that I'm still looking back at my past, which is sad. So, I went downstairs, and I got kidnapped.