“I will not miss all this snow!” my dad says. He slams the door of the moving van. We are moving from Ohio to Arizona. In Ohio, the winters are bitter cold. Not in Arizona. There it’s scorching hot all year.
“I’ll miss the snow,” says my little brother, Sam.
I will too, I think. But I don’t say anything. I don’t want Sam to see me being sad. I’m the big sister. I want to set a good example for him.
I pick up one last snowball and throw it at a tree. Swop!
Then I get in the moving van. We start the long drive to Arizona.