I jump out of the car clutching my suitcase. I grab jacks hand, he giggles. I put down my bag and pick up jack. "Ella be careful, don't drop him!" My mum says with caution. "Mum I turned 17 this year I can carry a baby or should I say toddler!" I say the last part in a sappy voice as I face jack. He is 2 years old. He giggles, once again. "Well Ella don't be cheeky," She glares at me, "and I'm the one who is taking you and jack to New York!" She raises her eyebrows. I guess I have to be nice...