100 WC 10-18 Sadie
̈ ̈Samatha, itś time!̈ Mom called up the stairs. I choked back tears as they clouded my eyes.
I took one last look around my room,at the window sill where I put my russian nesting dolls, the corner where I would sit and read with my cat, the chipped paint on the wall. The floorboards creaked as I picked up the last box in my room and it was heavier than I expected. As I walked out the door I hear dad’s voice from before he went to fight in the war, “Everything is going to be alright.”
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