I Have Memories I Can Never Forget

Arrived in my mom and dads birth country (Punjab) I was sixteen. My Dad and me had come to holiday visit relatives and friends. It was always nice to go and see everyone. It was different. The weather was different. The terrain, the people. It was always fun.
Some other stuff was occupying my mind at this time around. I was trying my best to not let it show and just enjoy myself. But deep down I just wanted to get the visit over with and return.
However near the end of the visit my Dad announced I wouldn’t be returning. That this was a one way ticket and I wouldn’t ever be returning back to England again.
The day my dad was due to return home I was numb. I was in shock. I was in denial that he was leaving and I wouldn’t be returning home ever again. I couldn’t get my head around it.
Would he do that?
He left.
I broke down after he left and didn’t come out of my room.

I don’t know how long I was in there but after some time my uncles walked in to check on me possibly console me.
I lost my mind.
I didn’t see any kindess I couldn’t see anything.
I started screaming at them to get away from me. I remember throwing furniture at them. I think I even threw a chair at them.
I was so enraged I just wanted them away from me.

Update
I was there till I was 18
He came back on a visit. To visit me.
But there was no talk about me returning. Near the end of the visit he announced he would be taking me back.
I returned back to England at the age of 18