Left Behind

Keira peeked through the blinds of her bedroom window at the Sold! sign on her front lawn. She turned back to the sea of boxes surrounding her as a tear slipped from her eye and landed with a wet splat on the cardboard.

I can't decide if I want my butterfly pillow at Mom's apartment or Dad's house, she thought. With a big sigh, she threw it into the box marked Mom, along with some other toys and books.

Keira's mom knocked on her door. "Keira, is everything okay in there? You need to be finished packing by lunchtime."

When Keira didn't answer, Mom opened the door and found her silently crying over the open box. "What's wrong?" Mom asked, wrapping her tightly in a hug.

"I can't decide if I want my butterfly pillow at your apartment or Dad's house. I need it to fall asleep," Keira said, wiping her eyes. "Why do we have to sell our house and move into two separate places? I want my pillow with me every night! And I want you and Daddy with me every night too."

"I'm so sorry our divorce