moving day
Lucy gently knocked on the bedroom door.
“Time to get up!” she called.
Lucas pulled the bed sheet over his head and rolled over, trying to go back to sleep.
Thump-Thump-Thump.
Lucy knocked harder on the door.
“Today is the day, we are MOVING!” she shouted, cheerfully.
Lucas sat up in his bed, feeling a little grouchy.
“Go away!” he yelled back.
Lucy opened the door just enough to peek inside.
“Sorry! Mom says that we leave in an hour!” she said with a softer voice.
Lucas looked over at his clock and it said 7:15 a.m.
“Okay, okay, I will get ready.” Said Lucas.
He waited until the sound of Lucy’s footsteps were further down the hall, then he slowly climbed out of his bed.
Do we really need to move? Lucas thought.
The fear of moving to a new home was new to Lucas, and his sister Lucy seemed excited to go.
How bad could it be? He thought.
He walked over to his bedroom window, and pulled the curtain open, taking one last look at the back yard he was leaving.
“I’m going to miss this place!” he mumbled to himself.
The wind was blowing and as Lucas watched the leaves on the tree shimmer, almost waving goodbye.
Tap-Tap-Tap.
It was his dad, knocking on the door.
“Hey little buddy!” John called, pushing the door open. “May I come in?”
Lucas quickly wiped away his tears.
“Sure dad!” he replied.
“Are you feeling okay?” asked John.
“I don’t know!” said Lucas. “I feel good and bad, but mostly curious about where we are going.”
Lucas picked up his shoebox full of knick-knacks, and started casually moving things around.
“I am going to miss all of my favorite things.” he said.
John walked over in front of Lucas, kneeling low enough to look tiny Lucas, right in the eyes.
“You can bring everything you have, except the house.” John said, cheerfully.
Lucas smiled back at him, as he walked over to the wall near his closet. He pointed at lines on the wall, drawn every time Lucas had grown an inch.
“How can we take these lines? It shows how tall I was! asked Lucas.
John started to laugh.
“We can’t take the wall either, it’s part of the house. You have been a foot tall since your sixth birthday. I will take a picture and put it in the photo album?” John explained.
“I am thirteen inches tall!” said Lucas. “A foot tall would only be twelve.”
“You’re right!” replied John. “I bet you will be even taller than I am, one of these days.”
Lucas shrugged his shoulders.
“Maybe in another life!” said Lucas.
John walked over and sat on the edge of Lucas’s bed.
“I have a feeling, it may be sooner than you think!” John replied.
“What is the new house like?” Lucas asked.
John clapped his hands together.
“Just the question I was waiting for.” he replied.
Lucas ran over and climbed up next to John on the bed, ready for another one of his amazing adventure stories. This time it was going to be about their new home.
“For starters, we will have a view of Mt. Whitney from the living room.” he said.
“What’s so special about that?” asked Lucas.
“Mt. Whitney is over 14,000 feet high.” John said cheerfully.
Lucas was beginning to feel impressed.
“Can we go to the top?” he asked.
“As soon as you are ready.” John replied.
“What does it look like?” asked Lucas.
He could feel the fear of moving disappear and the adventure of a new life near the mountains, begin.
John pulled out his cell phone and found hundreds of pictures of the mountain on the internet. People on top, people hiking, and even people inside a building signing a book, on top of the mountain.
“A lot of people must love Mt. Whitney.” said Lucas.
John handed Lucas the phone, allowing him to scroll through the many different pictures.
To Lucas, the cell phone was HUGE, almost as long as his legs. He loved it! The more pictures he saw of the mountain, the more excited he started to feel.
After a few minutes, Lucas was feeling much better. When John was not looking, he quickly switched from the pictures on the phone, to his favorite bird game.
“Keep on flap-pin!” mumbled Lucas.
John pretended not to notice what Lucas was doing, he was just happy Lucas was finally back to his cheerful self again.
“What’s for breakfast?!” Lucas asked, trying to befuddle John from taking his phone with him.
John played along, standing up and walking towards the door, pretending to forget his phone.
“Thanks for reminding me, I will get the cereal out.” he said.
“Sounds good!” replied Lucas.
John finally left, leaving Lucas to flap to his heart’s content.
