A young shendar girl ran down the stairs in her family's brand new home.
Brand new, like all the others before had been.
They never stayed long enough for them to become old.
She ran out the front door of the empty home towards her tired mother. The kind mother smiled weakly at her young child as she grabbed the last remaining chest that was left on the carriage the family had came here in. "Mommy, will we stay here longer this time?"
It was a futile question, yet the child asked it every time.
Only 7 and she had asked that question over 15 times, and every time the answer was the same.
"I don't know, sweetie. We'll see." And they did always see, they saw all too soon. The longest time the child had remembered living in one house was 6 months. She had no home to call her own. The young girl walked back into the house with an ever dwindling sense of hope. She looked round the empty hallway, knowing that it wouldn't even be fully decorated before her father made them move again. The child counted her steps as she walked to her room in the rather small house.
One, two, three, four, there will always be more. More houses, more lost friends.
Five, six, seven, eight, new houses at an ever growing rate.
The counting helped her, it brought order to her life. No matter where they moved there were numbers. She bumped into her father at the top of the stairs. He was skittish, he was always skittish. They never spoke much, her and her father, the girl didn't mind though, she never much liked her father.
It was all his fault.
His fault that they moved so much, his fault that she had no place that felt like home, his fault that her mother was tired and miserable.
The girl stuck her tongue out at her father before running to her room and slamming the door. She mulled over the idea of running away. It wasn't a new idea, but she didn't remember the precise moment that she first thought of it.
One day she would do it, not today, she was far too young. She was still terrified of the dark and being without her parents.
But one day she would run away and never look back, that's what she promised herself.
One day.
Brand new, like all the others before had been.
They never stayed long enough for them to become old.
She ran out the front door of the empty home towards her tired mother. The kind mother smiled weakly at her young child as she grabbed the last remaining chest that was left on the carriage the family had came here in. "Mommy, will we stay here longer this time?"
It was a futile question, yet the child asked it every time.
Only 7 and she had asked that question over 15 times, and every time the answer was the same.
"I don't know, sweetie. We'll see." And they did always see, they saw all too soon. The longest time the child had remembered living in one house was 6 months. She had no home to call her own. The young girl walked back into the house with an ever dwindling sense of hope. She looked round the empty hallway, knowing that it wouldn't even be fully decorated before her father made them move again. The child counted her steps as she walked to her room in the rather small house.
One, two, three, four, there will always be more. More houses, more lost friends.
Five, six, seven, eight, new houses at an ever growing rate.
The counting helped her, it brought order to her life. No matter where they moved there were numbers. She bumped into her father at the top of the stairs. He was skittish, he was always skittish. They never spoke much, her and her father, the girl didn't mind though, she never much liked her father.
It was all his fault.
His fault that they moved so much, his fault that she had no place that felt like home, his fault that her mother was tired and miserable.
The girl stuck her tongue out at her father before running to her room and slamming the door. She mulled over the idea of running away. It wasn't a new idea, but she didn't remember the precise moment that she first thought of it.
One day she would do it, not today, she was far too young. She was still terrified of the dark and being without her parents.
But one day she would run away and never look back, that's what she promised herself.
One day.
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