The End

"If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you."-A.A. Milne

For a full week, thirty kids were family. Coming from different countries with different backgrounds, somehow they all meshed into one. Inside jokes to forever be remembered, crazy pictures, and forever friends all come out of the deal. The schedule is packed with loads of activities that too soon the week is over. The tight breath-taking hugs are passed around and final 'I'll add you on facebook' words are said. The suitcases are packed and tears fall shamelessly down their faces while they squeeze in one more inside joke. Leaving family is never easy. Even the ones who were yelling the whole week are dearly loved and missed. No more awesome shimming and impromptu dance parties at nine-thirty at night. The end is so bittersweet. The end is never welcomed in anything, for any reason. Why would one want to leave sunny southern California or amazing friends that so suddenly became family? There is no reason for the end. What's the point when the real story is only half over? So say one final goodbye and know that this isn't the end. Not even close.