I surveyed the now empty room, glancing at the stack of cardboard boxes. The walls were white and lifeless. My bed just a wooden frame and a mattress. The small bedroom now empty of belongings. It’s strange to be moving all the time. I bet kids my age don’t have to go through this. Hopefully I’ll find some friends and actually get to go to school. I thought, crossing my arms. I circled the bedroom, pausing at the window to look out at the scenery for the last time. Then I walked to the door. I thought we really found a home.
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