"I will not miss this snow!” my dad says. He slams the door of the moving van. Today’s the day: We’re moving from Ohio to Arizona. In Ohio, the winters are freezing. Not in Arizona. In Arizona, it’s warm most of the year. And snowstorms are rare.
“I’ll miss the snow,” says my little brother, Sam. He stares at a snowball in his little mitten. I can tell he’s sad.
I’ll miss the snow too, I think. But I don’t say anything. I feel sad, but I push the corners of my mouth into a fake smile. I’m the big sister. I have to set a good example for Sam. If I’m sad, it’ll make him even sadder.
I breathe in the cold air and the special scent of snow. I know I won’t be smelling snow again for a long time.
“Ready, Ellie?” Dad says.
“Yeah!” I say, trying to sound cheerful. “Let’s go!”