She sadly shook her head at her little sister,whose long brown curls fell down softly in ringlets.The airport was bustling with people today,and her plane was boarding. "Why can't I come with you,Courtney?" Her petite 6 year old voice says sadly "Because you aren't going to like where I'll be working,Al." "But I love London! I can see mum again!" "No,Al."She firmly says,gets up and kisses her little sister's cheek. She nods at her aunt. "Take care of her." The aunt meekly nods. She crouched down one last time,holding her sister's face in her hands. "I love you,Alexandra Watson." She stood up,stole one last glance and walked towards the gate,tears streaming from her bright blue eyes. She never knew that she would never come back to this country. Never to step foot again,never to feel any land. She never knew that Those were her last dying words.