The Gift of the Ghost

The New Family

I'm from Chicago. That is where I was born and I lived there until my dad had to transfer. My name is Brian Houthakker. A few days ago, my mom came in to tell me that we will be moving to Boston. Of course, it is because my dad had to transfer. He works at a factory and they decided to make another branch to the factory in Boston. So, he was told that he needed to be transferred to stay in the job. Well, we have to make a choice: to move and still be earning money or to stay here and be poor. I hate the fact that we have to move, but I guess that is just how life goes. I am 12 years old and just graduated from elementary. I mean, at least I am not in the middle of middle school. At least I can start middle school in a new place. Except, my younger sister, Emma, is lucky because she is only 5 years old. So, therefore, she hasn't had as many memories from here as I have. My mom always tells me how my sister reminds her of her when she was younger and how I remind her of my dad when he was younger. See, they met when they were 13. My dad and I both have super dark brown eyes and light brown hair while my mom and my sister both have black hair and amber eyes. My dad earns all the money in the house, which is another main reason we have to move. And my mom doesn't have a job, I mean she does, but she works online and gets a little amount of money each week. So, tomorrow morning we are going to be moving to the new home. "Goodnight, mom," I say as I leave the kitchen to go bed. "Goodnight, sweetie," she says back to me. I head to my room, but suddenly I  get startled because Emma runs towards me to hug me. I hug her back and pick her up to bring her back into her room. "Goodnight," she says as I tuck her into bed. I shut off the light and head to my room. I lay down on my bed and fall asleep.