Mama wakes us up early because today is the day were moving. Again. I knew it was coming soon because Pop and the tribal leaders had been stirring like always.
Instead of pictures on our walls, there were boxes. Those ugly brown boxes. They meant goodbye. I knew better then to make friends with the local children. My tribal friends have no mind state for true friendship just alliances.
Pop is packing the camels, the horses, and the mules and Mamas quietly making sure he does it right. Continue reading