"What is this place, Dad?" The young lady asked him as they got into a new building. She waited as her father said his goodbye to the house agent before he came close to her.
"Our new home Lena" He replied.
"I don't understand." She frowned. "This is the fifth house we moved to and I am tired of changing environment. And..and..and friends and people. I don't wanna do this anymore"
"Lena listen. I don't want us moving too but my Job required a lot of that. I am sorry" He smiled sadly.
"I don't care, Dad!" She yelled. "First you refused to tell me about Salvador and then you keep making us move. I am not that little kid anymore Dad, I am thirteen and I deserve to know what happened to my brother" She concluded with tears in her eyes.
He held her hands and looked into her eyes. "I will tell you. I promise. Just not now. I want to make sure you can handle it".
