The Forgotten Puppy

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“It looks weird,” Emi said, staring anxiously around the empty room.

“Only because there’s nothing in it, silly,” her older brother Ben told her. He had a special older-brother voice he used for saying things like that, and Emi glared at him. Just because he was fourteen, it didn’t mean he knew everything.

“I know that! It just still looks … weird. It doesn’t look like our house.”

“It will when all our things are in it, Emi, don’t worry.” Mum was standing in the doorway holding a box. “In a week it’ll feel like we’ve always lived here, I promise. Now, can you two come and help me unload the car? The removal van will be here with the rest of our stuff soon and I want to get these bits into the kitchen first.”

After a last worried look around their new living room, Emi followed them out to the car. There was one good thing about this house, she realized and her eyes brightened a little. Through the window, she could see out into a garden. That had been one of the things that made them all love the place. The garden wasn’t huge and it was a bit messy – Mum said all those straggly bushes needed a proper haircut – but at least it was there. The rented flat they’d been living in since Mum and Dad had decided to split up hadn’t had a garden at all, just a little concrete yard for the bins.

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