"Mommy, where are we going now? I don't want to move again." I whined from the backseat.
Mommy is moving me again. She always does this. We never stay in a place for more than six months. I hate it.
I want to go to school. I want to make friends. Mommy never gives me the chance.
"I know baby, but we can't stay here anymore." Mommy said
"Why?" I asked with my face scrunched.
Mommy sighed the way she does when she's sleepy, or annoyed.
"We got kicked out of our apartment honey." Mommy said.
"Why?" I asked.
Mommy sighed again as she stared straight ahead at the road.
"Don't worry about that Emi. Just try to get some sleep. We have a long drive." Mommy told me.
I rolled my eyes.
Mommy never tells me anything. She always says 'you're too young'. I'm six now though. I know things.
