It was destined to happen.

I was very sad when my father announced that he has been posted to a new service location and we would be moving soon to enable him to start work as soon as possible. It felt like he did not consider us. What about our life here? What about our friends? Now moving will require us to start life all over; we will have to start making new friends and new acquaintances, which is not going to be easy. Getting friends as good as the ones we are about to lose is something to be sad about.

"But Dad, must we move with you? Can't you just move alone while we stay back?" I asked, trying to make sure I don't have to start all over again.

"My boy, I know it is not easy for you guys to just leave the life and friends down here and have to start all over again in a new town, but I think it is best that the entire family stick together." My dad responded, rubbing my head.

"So I will have to quit my job too?" My mom asked too.

"Unless you guys want to break the family, which I don't want, wherever I go, I would like us all to move and live there as one big family." My dad responded with his two hands in front, pleading with everyone to understand that it was not his wish.

Since the reason all of us had to move with him was valid, we all accepted our fate and started bracing for impact for when it will finally happen. We had to start feeling sad even before the day we moved; we hoped that would help reduce how sad we'd feel when the deal day finally came. In no distant time the day we all feared and dreaded the most arrived; my dad showed up with a big truck, and we had neighbors coming to help us move our stuff, and in a twinkle of an eye all our stuff was loaded in the truck, and it was time to leave.