“Hey, Mom, what are you doing?” asked Dawn as she tugged at her mom’s pant leg.
“I told you, dear. I am going through some old dishes and things. I am getting stuff together to donate to the yard sale for the Banks family,” Mom replied as she packed dishes in newspaper and put them in a box.
“Why do they have to move? I don’t want Jenny to go away,” whined Dawn, looking very sad.
“I know dear.” Mom patted her head. “They are moving to another country, called Hungary. Jenny’s parents are missionaries and they are moving there so they can tell other people about Jesus.” Mom stopped packing and hugged Dawn. She kissed her cheek and led her to set down on the sofa beside her.
“So, you want to give any of your toys for the yard sale? I bet you can part with some of them that you have not played with in a long time. The money they make from the sale will help them with their move. Can I help you look?”
“No. I don’t want to help. I don’t want them to go, Mommy. Jenny is my best friend. We play together all the time. I will not have any friends at school when she goes away. I just can’t help right now,” Dawn cried and ran off to her room.
“Oh, dear,” mumbled Mom to herself as she went back to packing her box.
Dad came home and found Mom cooking dinner. The table was set with dishes he had not seen since they married. “What’s the occasion? Why bring out those dishes?” he asked her.
“Oh, I decided that I did not need all of those plates I have had for years. I picked out my favorites and packed up the rest for the Banks’ yard sale tomorrow. I am fixing a nice dinner to try to cheer Dawn up. She is feeling pretty sad thinking about Jenny moving away,” she replied as she hugged Dad.
“Maybe I can talk to her. I have been there.” Dad turned and walked down the hall to Dawn’s room. Her door was open so he went in and sat down on her bed beside her.
“What are you looking at there?”
“It’s my scrapbook. I am looking at pictures of Jenny. I don’t want her to go.” She pushed the book aside and buried her head in her pillow.
“I know how you feel. I was a missionary kid you know? I had to leave my friends many times. In fact, I was born in another country.”
Dawn looked up from her pillow. “Really?”
“Yes, we lived overseas from when I was born till I was seven, then my parents came back here to the states. I did not want to leave all my friends there. It was home to me. After a year or so in the states, I had made all new friends and was sad when my parents told me we had to move again. We moved back and forth many times as I was growing up. I kept in touch with friends by mail. The truly good friends always wrote me back.”
“Ok, but I am not the one moving. Jenny is leaving me. I wish I could go with her. I guess she is kind of scared too,” Dawn said as she sat up on the edge of the bed and sat quietly for a moment.
“Can I write Jenny when she leaves, Dad?”
“Sure you can. In fact, her family even has a blog that we can go to and get updates on how they are doing. They can post pictures and we can email them also. Today’s technology is much better than what I had as a child. Yes, I bet Jenny would like that very much.”
“Dad, will you help me get some toys together for the yard sale tomorrow? I think I can help them now.” She jumped up and began filling her arms with toys from the back of her closet.
“You bet I can,” smiled Dad as he went out to get some bags.
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