I remember this actually happening when I was eight years old. The conversation may not have been to this extent as far as my part, but I remember being mad and sad at the same time that we had to move again. I also remember crying because I didn’t want to leave my friends. I tried to portray that feeling in this ficlet.

Should I be flattered I helped inspire a ficlet? Or am I presuming too much. It’s a very nice tale told from the perspective of the young child. Can’t say I’m thrilled with the mom’s use of the God trump card though. Yikes. I think by 8 I was so set in it I just expected to move every 2 years. I’d given up complaining.

You should be flattered since you helped inspire this.