This is a true story in my life that I'll always remember. It is about how one minor change can affect the whole family. In this story, the minor change has to do with moving
It was sometime in November, 2013 when my parents broke the news to me and my two sisters. They told us that my Dad got a promotion, which requires us to move to Michigan. Back then I didn't know what to think. My sisters, on the other hand, weren't too thrilled about this. Back then, maybe I thought it was a prank that my parents were pulling.
Sure enough, the inevitable happened and we were moving. It wasn't until everyone was in the car and we were on the highway, that I realized this was no prank. During the car ride I kept thinking, "Will I ever see my friends again? What will my new school look like? What will our new house look like?"
Oddly enough all of my questions were answered. Our new house was a small town house in Ann Arbor. My new school was called Pattengill elementary. "Such an odd name for a school," I thought. The days when I wasn't at school, I would see my mom searching for a good teaching job. I always admired how she tried so hard to provide for the family.
Even though I was still so young, I cried for my family. I cried for everything we lost, and I yearned for our old life again. My whole family was affected by the move. My mom had to find a new job, my sisters had to adjust to the new learning curriculum, our family didn't have a lot of money, and I was forced to stand by helplessly watching all of this go on
Most days were filled with that heart wrecking mood. Luckily there were days that we didn't have to feel like the world was ending. It was never planned, but some days the family would get together and we would hang out for the whole day. On these days everything was bright and we would almost forget the sadness.