Through the eyes of a child

Moving

1 YEAR LATER
We visited the states a lot and I loved going to Dinsey World and visit my uncle and stuff all the time but this time it was different. Much different. All of a sudden my mother had told me we were moving to Florida, I immediately think; NOO! as I scream that to my parents but of course my mother just tries to soothe me and my father does not care so I stamp off to my room which I loved and I may or may not have fallen asleep right there in my pretty pink princess bed when later I hear my dad telling me it's time for dinner and I tell him "why were you so mean?!" I demanded even though deep inside I knew that wasn't right, he wasn't mean, he'll probably just tell me I'm tired but I can always say I'm not! I eat the dinner, some spaghetti but I don't even care what I eat I just want to go back and play. I guess moving to Florida won't be too bad, I mean there's disney and universal and heat and... No. I couldn't hold back the tears any longer, I cried, in the middle of eating, mother asked if anything was wrong but I just left. I know that I may be impolite but my parents were used to it. What felt like hours later I hear my mom and dad having a small conversation about me going to bed at 7. I don't care, I might even want to, why do I want to go to bed? Who cares ugh. Soon my mom and dad come in and tuck me in. My father gives me a soothing hug, not like how my mother hugs me and I always giggle in front of her and whoever else may be there, this hug felt relaxing, warm, I love him. Next thing I know I'm in a world filled with mermaids and colors all over. Everything goes black but even though I can't manage to open my eyes I hear mother shouting at my father, why? It's not nice to shout and people can get "mentally hurt" whatever that means. I think I'm mentally hurt. I don't want to leave this place. Everything is fun here and I want to stay! "Celinaaaaa" yells, but in a good way, a voice which belongs to my mother, mother. Just thinking of her makes me smile, I run into the living room which was so dinky. we had our dining table and a little couch with a small television set and that was it. Nobody cares though, here in Denmark you earn more money, pay more tax, get "kids money" and people who can't work get a place to live and kids money and some money for food and all that good stuff. I see my mother sitting down on the chair she always sits on and she was eating some oatmeal, I love oatmeal, yes! "Did you sleep well" my mom asked, expressionless, why does she always ask this, I don't know exactly what it means to sleep well, if it means to have good dreams, not roll around, I really don't have a slight clue. "Yeah" I always replied. "Good" she half-whispered with a small grin on her face."want some breakfast?" And by breakfast she means whatever we could pull out of our cabinets. I tell her yes and I get a portion of oatmeal on my plate and we talk about how I need to stop blaming people when I'm tired, I tell her I wasn't tired but she never believes me! I said I was just upset that we wouldn't live here longer and we would live in a whole other place and I didn't even speak a single word in English except for "hi" and "duck" I sometimes liked to ask my dad in the car how to say some English words I've always been so fascinated about how he can speak such well English. That's another upside of moving..right? NO. There's no upsides. As if my mom could read my mind she read the expression on my face and tried to cheer me up and I just smiled and said thanks for the food and went to play while I waited for father to come and get me ready. I didn't want to move from my pre school. When I arrived and my mother had said her goodbyes and everything I started playing with one of my closest friends: Rosabelle; she's my best friend and I don't want to leave her, I explain that I'm moving to America and she questioned me a bunch. How was I supposed to know where? How was I supposed to answer all this? She says her older brother got a phone, cool I guess. Then another girl comes and starts spitting on us, people can just be so rude. When the day is over I stamp off to my room "are you an elephant?" My dad jokingly questions me, I've heard this before, a lot actually, I don't care, elephants are cool I guess. I just don't want to leave my home!