Moving to a Familiar Place February 16, 2021 By Art by Emi Le, Age 13 Tallulah knows that moving to a bigger home is a good thing— but it’s still hard to say goodbye My sister and I lived in a small yellow house with a bright-blue door. The roof was white and so was the porch. The stairs were a bland tan, but I actually liked them a lot because they were familiar. Delilah (she’s my sister) and I shared a room. We only had enough space for a bunk bed and a dresser. I was on the top bunk and she was on the bottom. We each had sheets that were blue. Our bed was in the corner of the room, the corner closest to the big window. By “big” I mean “small,” but it was the biggest window we had ever seen. We had pictures of each other on the pretty purple walls. We loved our room.