Joy
Sometimes the best plans are the ones you dont make. I didn’t plan for Daddy-Kevin to sell our house. (I decided secretly that I don’t want to call him Daddy anymore. I don’t care if he’s my real Dad.) I hated that Mommy cried while she took all our family photos off the walls. She used her phone to take a picture of me next to the door frame where we had marked my height every year with a permanent marker. She said she was glad we were leaving the house, but she was sad too.
But because of that bad thing, we were going to go stay with Mr. Falcon, and that was the best thing ever. Mommy kept telling me that it was only for a few days, just until she could find an apartment.
But that was a few days that we could use to convince Mommy and Mr. Falcon that we should all stay together a
