My mother comes up to my room and tells me that my father has got a new job. That's why we're moving. “Don't you want to know where we're going?” she asks. “Not really,” I say. She tells me anyway. I pretend not to listen.

    Every day my parents tell me something about the town that will become our new home. There is a statue (雕塑) honoring hero, a strawberry festival every year and the mayor(市长) used to be a professional football player. There are oak trees in our new neighborhood, just like the one on our yard. Pictures of these begin to fill in my mind. I start wondering what it might be like to live in such a town. On the day before we leave, I walk in the direction as if I were going to school. When I see the tiny old lady, I tell her goodbye, and she tells me to carry an umbrella when it rains. Her tiny dog holds out a tiny paw to shake my hand. The man at the newspaper store shakes my hand, too. The twins wave to me as they get on the bus. I go home, walking slowly through streets lined with oak trees.

    A large truck is parked in front of our house. The movers are carrying boxes while my parents are putting suitcases into our car. Soon our house will be empty, but not for long.I know that somewhere there are parents telling their children about a new town filled with oak trees, a place where they will meet nice people.