un-answered questions. {5.14.12} (Part 2/5)

We have to move again.

Again!

We’ve been here for 3 months. In fact, not all the boxes are un-packed yet.
Funny, I could probably measure my life with how many boxes I've had to pack and unpack.

A feeling, one I think I've felt before, comes over me, but, I can’t put my finger on the emotion.

“Why do you we have to move so much?”

My mother places the dish down in the sink and turns to face me, her expression blank.

“I can’t tell you.”

I now realize what I'm feeling. What I've always felt without realizing it.

I don’t know what my parents do for a living, or when and where they were married but I do know this, my life is, and probably always has been, in imminent danger.