“Why do we have to move, Grandpa? I like it here. My best friend is here. My boyfriend is here.”
Archimedes sighed and then pulled his almost thirteen-year-old granddaughter into his arms when he saw tears starting to form in her eyes. “I’m sorry Shana”; calling her by her nickname. Her full name was A’shana, but everyone just called her Shana. “I know how hard it is to get settled in one place that you feel is home and then suddenly have to uproot yourself and leave people you care about behind.”
Shana sobbed against her grandfather’s chest, finally letting the tears flow, but she spoke between her sobs. “Why can’t I at least be able to text, call, or chat with my friends online? You said that we’re leaving everything behind, other than a change of clothes and our most personal items. Are you in trouble? Are we running from the law? Or going into witness protection? I don’t understand.”
Archimedes sighed again. “I know you don’t understand, and I can’t explain. Not yet. I will explain when it is safe to do so. That’s all I can say right now, other than you have to trust me that there is a good reason for the move and for you having to break all contact with your friends and acquaintances here. Now, please, go pack your bag and make sure you have your favorite outfit besides what you’re wearing and everything that is important to you, because we won’t be returning here. The house is being sold. I’ve hired someone to take care of that and they will be selling the home furnished and donating our clothing and any other personal items we leave behind to charity. You might as well take a shower as well because it will take a while to get where we’re going to where we won’t arrive until morning. Also, be sure you’re wearing something comfortable.”
Shana pulled away, still tearful, but no longer sobbing. She frowned but nodded and headed for the stairs to pack what she wanted to bring with her.