When my parents told me that we were moving my heart broke… all of my life this had been my home and these, my people. I had lived among them, loved them and at the very end protected them. So how could I leave them now when their need was so great? Or maybe it was my need that was so great…
"Sarah!" My mother called to me from the moving van.
I took one final glance at the house, my house… what at one time had been my house. Its ugly blue shutters that I cherished at this moment, the small puddle- like pond in the front yard and the window above the front door that was the attic room… my room.
"Sarah, your father is getting anxious!"
"Coming Mom." I felt myself sigh, the small shards of my heart breaking into even smaller pieces.
On to a new life, a new home and a new me. Our destination: La Push in Forks, Washington…