I will come back…..

The snow is falling softly down to the ground, as a little girl, the age of five, sits in the window seat of an old two story house. As the little girl sits in the window, as quiet as a mouse, a tear rolls down her cheek. she does not brush it away. She does not even seem to notice, for she is watching as a little yellow taxi pulls up along side the house. she wishes it would go away. “Casey, it is time to go.” says a tall thin man with bright red hair, stepping through the door behind her with a suitcase in hand.

Casey stares out the window not wanting to leave the place she has known and loved. But she knows she must, so she slowly turns around to face the tall man. As they walk down the winding stairs, she runs her hand across the wall were all those pictures of her parents and her once hung. Standing at the bottom of the stairs, she takes one last look around. I will come back……