The Time Has Come

Tanya sat on her naked bed. She was leaning against the wall and her small 10-year-old hands were gripping her ankles. She looked at the window, watching her mom and dad overloading their belongings in the big truck they have rented. Their entire life went into that run-down truck. They were moving away today. A few thousands mile away - to be exact.

Tanya got off her bed and strolled around the house. She lightly caressed the lines on her bedroom wall, where her father used to mark her changing height. She went to her parents' bedroom and jumped up and down the mattress for the last time. She went to the living room and has noticed there was a bright white mark where the piano used to stand and she remembered how they all stood by it and listened to her mother playing. She looked at the kitchen table, where she used to paint with her crayons while her mother was making dinner and while her father was preparing his famous pancakes and chocolate milkshake.

"Tanya, come on. It's time to leave now", her father called her.

She quickly ran outside and climbed on her tree house she had built together with her father for the very last time and than slowly came down. The time has come to leave and to aggregate new memories.


--Time's up--