Moving Day

After a year of enjoying my school, my father got a transfer to a nearby state. We all disliked this situation. We needed to relocate and this was embarrassing. We all had to leave our friends, and had to find new ones. My father started to pack all the things and we moved to a bus. He was busy packing all the things and placing them in the right positions. He was very tough and could carry heavy loads. I saw him working very hard to make all the things fit perfectly. I too joined my hands to his; he saw me and smiled back. Soon, our team loaded all the things to their proper place, still unhappy, but newly aware that we were still a family.