The two of us watched as the shiny yellow taxi pulled out of our driveway and drove away towards the main gate.
Will’s head poked out of the passenger window seat, waving enthusiastically back at us, and grinning like the happy child he should’ve been. The thing with kids is that they somehow manage to always see the fun part of whatever they’re going through. It’s not until adulthood or during your teenage years that the fact that you may have had a shitty childhood hits you. To him, this was just another adventure, not moving away from his sisters and aunt to a whole new City because their lives were in danger.
Little had been packed; only the most essential of the important items. Other things, they’d buy when they get there, and besides, the bungalow they were moving into had everyth
