There's no place like home
There's No Place Like Home
One day that was one family who need to move cause of work.
"Kids, there is something that your mother and I need to tell you," my dad announced one evening at dinner. Could it be that there would be no Christmas presents this year? No, more likely we were all becoming vegetarian, as my mother had recently suggested. "Dad's work has been transferred. We're moving!" My mom exclaimed in an excited voice. How could that be? I couldn't breathe. I felt faint. This was the only home I had ever known. I would no longer camp out under the great big willow tree in our backyard. There would be no more reading ion the old rocking chair in our family room. The whole kitchen seemed to be swirling up around me. "Oh, honey," my mother said when she saw m expression. "You'll love it. It's on the water." I didn't care. To my parents this was a new beginning. To me it was an ending. My brother look upset. I could tell he was trying to hide it, to make Mom and Dad happy. "Wow, that's great," he said, lying through his teeth. "Well, what do you think?" my mom questioned me. "Huh?" I answered after a couple of seconds. Everyone stared at me. "If it is best for the family," I stuttered. What? What did I just say? If it was best for family? It just sounded right, I guess. It wasn't what I meant at all. I wanted to scream and sob and plead with my parents to stay where we were. The next week, my parents took us to see our new house. It looked perfect for my family, but it did not feel like what I call a "home." It was empty and dark. The night before we moved, I sat up for a long time thinking about new friends, classrooms, teachers, and sports teams. I looked around. Blank white walls stared back at me. Boxes were stacked from floor to ceiling. Although things were a mess, I still felt connected to this place. My father knocked on my door, and came in. "The new
One day that was one family who need to move cause of work.
"Kids, there is something that your mother and I need to tell you," my dad announced one evening at dinner. Could it be that there would be no Christmas presents this year? No, more likely we were all becoming vegetarian, as my mother had recently suggested. "Dad's work has been transferred. We're moving!" My mom exclaimed in an excited voice. How could that be? I couldn't breathe. I felt faint. This was the only home I had ever known. I would no longer camp out under the great big willow tree in our backyard. There would be no more reading ion the old rocking chair in our family room. The whole kitchen seemed to be swirling up around me. "Oh, honey," my mother said when she saw m expression. "You'll love it. It's on the water." I didn't care. To my parents this was a new beginning. To me it was an ending. My brother look upset. I could tell he was trying to hide it, to make Mom and Dad happy. "Wow, that's great," he said, lying through his teeth. "Well, what do you think?" my mom questioned me. "Huh?" I answered after a couple of seconds. Everyone stared at me. "If it is best for the family," I stuttered. What? What did I just say? If it was best for family? It just sounded right, I guess. It wasn't what I meant at all. I wanted to scream and sob and plead with my parents to stay where we were. The next week, my parents took us to see our new house. It looked perfect for my family, but it did not feel like what I call a "home." It was empty and dark. The night before we moved, I sat up for a long time thinking about new friends, classrooms, teachers, and sports teams. I looked around. Blank white walls stared back at me. Boxes were stacked from floor to ceiling. Although things were a mess, I still felt connected to this place. My father knocked on my door, and came in. "The new