Article September 28, 2015 Issue

Moving? Love will still be with you

Charlene Anne Miller

When I was nine years old, Dad decided our family should move. A few months later, we were in our new house and I was about to start school in the middle of the semester.

I missed my friends, the old neighborhood, my old Sunday School. It was hard to leave the street where Dad had patiently taught my brothers and me how to ride our bikes. I missed the backyard, where we played games in the sun, watched bugs and butterflies, and stomped around in cowboy boots.

So many happy memories! And now it felt as if we were a million miles away.

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