My family moved a lot! Every time we would see my face on a telephone pole we would pack up and skip town. I didn’t think about it because I loved being Santa’s daughter! He would always be somewhere on December 25th, but he would always bring me and my brother back toys in the morning. On those special days he would tie us up on a chair so that we couldn’t be naughty for our mother. Mother sometimes tells us to steal fathers phone when he is gone and call a special number named 911. Father says to never lie, but mother said to lie about this very special number, when I lie to father my tummy feels all wobbly. “Mother said to call a special number on your phone..” I said. I quickly covered my mouth before anything else slipped out. This has happened before, and every time it does they go into a room and a couple minutes later, mother comes out with a cool purple dot on her eye! I have always wanted one, but when I ask what it was and how you can get it mother says she is busy and cannot answer right now! Sometimes they have super-duper secret chats about people called FBI’s, they sound real cool! I must go now, father is calling me to clean up his room! Yay!