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remember,though, that some kids think that he can be really strict sometimes….. and I’m not sure it would be fun to be the principal’s kid.
    I stare at my mother, trying to look really mad, but feeling like I want to cry. “I really don’t like what you are doing…. moving us….. and deciding to move without talking to me about it first.”
    My mother nods. “Honey, I think that Max and I owe you an apology.”
    “We’re not moving?!” I clap my hands.
    My mother pours herself a cup of coffee and then says, “Honey, let’s sit down and talk this out.”
    I think about it….. will sitting down and talking about the move mean that I’m going to give in….. and they can move me out of my house, out of my town? Will I be able to convince them to leave things just the way they are?
    I sit down and take a sip of orange juice.
    She smiles, sits down and takes a sip of coffee.
    I take another sip of my orange juice.
    She takes another sip of her coffee.
    First we had a staring contest…. now we seem to be having a “sipathon.”
    Finally, my mother speaks. “Max and I have been talking about moving for a long time. We want to live in a larger space. We want more room.”
    “You know,” I say, blinking back tears, “when my father left, you started asking me a lot of questions about what to do. You let me help make decisions. When I was littler, that was hard for me. Now I’m used to helping make decisions. Now that you and Max are getting married, is it back to the way it was when you and Dad made all of the decisions?….. Only now it will be you and Max making all of the decisions?”
    She just looks at me, really thinking aboutwhat I have said. “Oh, Amber. I didn’t realize that I was putting all that responsibility on you. I’m sorry.”
    “Well, you did,” I say, “and now you are just going to take it all away. I don’t think that’s fair.”
    “Amber, don’t you want to relax and just be a kid again?”
    “Too late,” I say. “You can’t just take all of that away…. and anyway, it’s not fair for you to just move a person without her permission or discussion.”
    She thinks about it and then nods. “I understand. From now on, Max and I will talk with you about life-concerning decisions involving you.”
    “Good,” I say.
    Mom continues. “But the reality is that we must move…. for the reasons we’ve already discussed. And we definitely need more room.”
    “Why?” I ask.
    She explains. “There are many reasons. We need a guest room so that there is room to put people without having them sleep on a living room sofa. Don’t you think that Aunt Pam would like that?”
    “I can let Aunt Pam take my room, and I’ll sleep on the sofa. I’ve done that before,” I tell her.
    Mom shakes her head. “What about when Max’s sister and his niece come for a visit?”
    “I can sleep in the backyard,” I say. “I can put up a tent.”
    “If they visit in the winter?”
    “I can stay at Brandi’s or Kelly’s.” I smile at her. “Please. Oh, please. Don’t make us move.”
    “Honey,” she says, shaking her head.
    I have noticed that my mom calls me “honey” when she wants to tell me something that I don’t want to hear.
    “It’s not just the guest room. We need more room so that Max and I can have office space. And we need more room because sometimeyou may have a baby brother or sister.”
    Shocked. I am shocked. I put my head down on the table and say nothing for a minute.

    If my mother thought that this talk was going to make me less upset, she was wrong.
    Raising my head, I say, “Baby? Who said that we were going to have a baby?”
    Then I ask a question that I never thought I would ask my mother, my own mother. “Are you getting married early because you are going to have a baby soon?”
    She gasps. “Amber. How could you have thought that?”
    Why do parents always think that kids never think about or can figure out some things easier than the parents